Follow the River (River of Rain, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

Head on the ground and my thoughts on the ceiling.

Does the on-field chemistry we have translate into something other than football? And more importantly…would he want it to?

He bites his lip and smirks, those dimples popping out to taunt me. “And what if I told you I’m only interested in getting in your backside?”

Because deep down…we both know my words, each and every one, is a goddamn lie.

But I can’t exactly lose my shit in a lecture hall filled with over two hundred students in the middle of class. No matter how much I want to drag him out of here by the collar of his shirt and scream in his face for being such an asshole. Or bend him over and fuck him for the entire class to watch. You know, whichever would help him learn I won’t back down faster.

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall,”

Into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Staring up at the night sky, it’s the best way to remember we are so much smaller than we make ourselves out to be.