“It’s been cleared with Coach.” Confusion has lines forming between his eyebrows while his eyes search mine. I stare at his blue-brown eyes, memorizing them before I leave. “But—” I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing a hard kiss to his lips. He opens immediately and I sweep my tongue into his mouth. Just for a second. Just to remember how he tastes. It’s fucked up and selfish, but I need this memory to get through the next two days. The spicy, woody, almost smoky scent of his deodorant fills my head. I know I’ll get whispers of it for days, my mind playing tricks on me while I’m
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