Page 16 of Sunday Morning

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Don’t be such a square.”

“Don’t be such a perv. I don’t want to play with you.”

“Why not? I’m infinitely more fun than Matty. More experienced too.”

I scoffed.

Where are you, Matt?

I lifted onto my toes, but I still couldn’t see him. Then I shrieked as my hands clawed Isaac’s while he grabbed my waist and lifted me off my feet to see over the crowd.

“Put me down!”

Violet and her friends glanced in our direction. “Isaac, leave Sarah alone,” she said with a grin and a headshake as if we were siblings goofing around.

When my feet touched the ground, I pivoted toward him. “Don’teverdo that again.”

He twisted his lips. “Touch you. Lift you off the ground? Or make you scream?”

Everythingthat fell from his lips sounded suggestive. Not that I was looking at his lips. Well, sometimes I looked at his lips because he was Satan. My dad told me to keep a close eye (and a safe distance) on anyone who reminded me of Satan. Isaac was sinin the flesh.

Sexy.

Smooth.

Tempting.

It was nearly impossible to stay pure of mind in his presence because I had a bad case of raging hormones, sexual curiosity, and an unstoppable need to feel like an adult making all of my own decisions, whether they were smart ones or not.

I wanted to be a rebel, but I didn’t know how. While I acted offended and accused him of being a perv, I also imagined what it would be like to have sex with my boyfriend’s older brother. Around Isaac, I became the heroine in all of my favorite movies that I wasn’t supposed to watch, but did anyway.

I was Alex Owens’ character inFlashdance—young with big dreams. And Isaac was Nick Hurley, the handsome older hero who caught her attention. This unrecognizable part of me wanted to be a woman seductively eating lobster while seducing the hot guy on the opposite side of the table.

So confident.

So bold.

So sinful.

I jumped when Matt came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist.

“Hey!” I turned. “Good game.”

“Yes, bravo, Matty.” Isaac clapped his hands behind me.

I ignored him.

Matt eyed Isaac and then me. He didn’t look happy. “Walk me to my car?”

I cocked my head before nodding.

“Good game, sweetie. See you at home,” Violet called as Matt hiked his bag onto his shoulder and took my hand.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

As we walked toward the parking lot, I quickly glanced back at Isaac.

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