Page 67 of Ancient History

“I gave you a hip bump. You shoved me.”

I shoved him again.

“Fucker.” He shoved me back, but I tensed all my muscles so I wouldn’t budge.

When he felt my flexed pec, a look of hot fire scorched his eyes, which made my throat get dry.

“What else you got?” I savored my impending victory. The black-and-white checkered flag was in the virtual distance.

He said nothing back. I powered ahead, the W oh so close.

Or it was, until Amos dragged a finger over the crack of my ass.

And squeezed.

I sputtered out, my car spinning out off the course and over a cliff. My mind was in similar shape.

Amos’s car rolled to an easy victory. His screen lit up with computer-generated confetti.

I hadn’t recovered yet. Not only had Amos stolen victory from me, he’d made me ragingly hard. Every synapse in my brain went into meltdown mode.

That was devious. But man, was that hot. Amos seemed taken aback by what he’d done, too.

“If that wasn’t a technical foul…” I started, but I couldn’t finish my sarcastic comment. The slap and squeeze had awakened all of my horny feelings, and I needed absolute focus to come back to earth. I didn’t realize how sensitive I was to Amos’s touch, how thin the ice I skated on was.

“I had to think of something.” He shrugged his shoulders and returned to the table to finish his pizza.

After I was one thousand percent sure the boner in my pants had subsided, I joined him.

* * *

After the arcade game,we finished our pizza and kept shooting the shit. We talked about old memories, college stuff, Sourwood, on and on it went. When I was having a good conversation, the subject matter wasn’t important. Time flew regardless.

It was dark out by the time we rolled up to my house. The glow of the TV shined through the curtains. I stared at my house, tired but not ready to call it a night.

“Thanks for the pizza,” Amos said, his lips practically in silhouette.

My heart was racing all over again. This was a moment when two people would kiss. This wasn’t a date, but it sure felt like one.

“Thanks for driving me home and helping with that.” I could barely string together a coherent thought. My pulse raged in my ears.

If I didn’t get out of the car, I would kiss him. Not a backseat-foreplay kiss. A real capital-K, I-wanna-be-with-you kiss. And that would be a mistake.

A glorious mistake.

“Let me know if you need a ride in the morning.”

I checked out Amos’s crotch to see if he was hard like I was getting. I’d played packed soccer games, and still I never felt more nervous than I did now.

“I’ll be fine. Raleigh lives close by, so I can have him pick me up.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I know, but it’s out of the way for you. So, yeah, it’s fine. He owes me one.”

Raleigh didn’t owe me anything. I hoped he didn’t give me shit about asking for a ride to school.

“Cool.” Amos gripped the steering wheel. “Well…”

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