Page 62 of Forever Cursed

“Fuck,” I squeal while I hold onto him, unwilling to let go.

“Can I come inside you again?” he manages to ask, and I nod.

Not a second later, Rome groans in finality, and his cock pulses inside me as he comes. Warmth fills my core, leaving me wetter than I was moments before. He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine and gives me a sloppy smile.

“You’ve ruined me.” He laughs darkly. “I can never go back now. I’m officially addicted to fucking you bare and coming inside you.”

I weave my fingers in his short hair and gently kiss his swollen lips. “Good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

With a small smirk, he pulls out and collapses on his back next to me. We look at one another at the same time, neither of us moving.

“We have a date today. Remember?” I start.

He raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“The cat café. You, me, and my notebook.” I bop his nose before hopping out of bed.

“Does this mean I’m sleeping with my therapist?” he quips.

Spinning around, I walk over to him and kiss him. “No, it means you’re dating your therapist.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Rome

Idon’t want to go to practice today. Leaving Chrissy was harder than I was ready for it to be. Especially since she was in the shower when I had to book it out the door. The only motivation I have to get today over with is knowing I’ll see her later in the afternoon. I don’t mind that she’ll try to dig through my messy childhood and painful memories. I trust that she’s going to do it with grace and consideration.

It’s the last week of June, and July fourth is next Friday. I usually hate the holidays, solely because I spend them alone, but I’m not alone this year, and that reminder brings a smile to my face. We don’t have any plans. Hell, we just lit the spark between us. Knowing Chrissy and the crew, though, they’ll want to do something, and I know they’ll drag me along.

I dig my feet into the turf when I jog toward the other players across the field. Just before I reach them, Malik rushes toward me and stops me in my tracks.

“Did you review those new game plays?” he asks, out of breath.

“What?” My brow creases.

“The plays. Remember? The ones I asked you to review for me? Coach wants my notes first thing after practice.”

Fuck... I completely forgot about those. I lost track of time between the abrupt decision to talk to Zack, the conversation with him, and then Chrissy.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. I?—”

“Shit!” He walks away just to come back. “Did you look at them at all?”

I shake my head, and his cheeks flush.

“Coach is going to tear me a new one,” he growls.

“I’m sorry. It slipped my mind.”

Malik shoots daggers at me before storming off, grumbling.

This is what he gets for passing his shit onto someone else. It’s not my responsibility to review the plays. He’s the QB and the captain. All I do is catch the ball and run it as far down the field as I can before getting tackled. I stepped up to assist him because I noticed he was drowning. He took my kindness for granted, and now he has to pay for slacking off.

“Warm up, boys! After that, get into formation. We’re running some plays from last year, and I want to see perfection!”

Malik hurls the ball across the opposite side of the field, directly at a rookie who is surrounded by the defense. He catches the ball but is tackled instantly.

“What are you doing, Chen?! Carter is wide open!” Coach shouts from the sidelines. The vein in his forehead pops out as his face turns beet red.

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