Page 40 of Desert Heat

I bite my lip, “Until fall break? When he goes home?”

“From what Tank tells me which is not much, Hunter has no family left he speaks to. Invite him home with you.”

“I can’t.” I look away.

“It’s like that for you, too?”

“Something like that.” I open her drawer, taking out a few condoms placing them in my mini backpack purse.

“He’s into you. Everyone can see that.”

“But there’s something between us. I feel it. Something making him pull back.”

“You want him as your man?”

“I do.”

“Then you know what to do,” she breaks off at the Bronco’s familiar honk outside the parking lot of her apartment on campus.

The boys are taking us to the pumpkin patch on the outskirts of town. Remaking eye contact with her, I shoot her a toothy grin as my hands unzip my jeans and more body butter gets rubbed in my skin,

“This better work.”

“Girl, I bag my man every time.”

“I bet you do,” I smirk. “But the trick is keeping them bagged, right.”

“Yeah, I haven’t figured that part out yet,” she fluffs her hair one last time while looking in the mirror.

“Yeah, well I’m planning on bagging and tagging my first and last.”

She locked up as we entered the hall, “Be careful, Savvy. The first ones are the ones you never get over.”

“That’s why I’m planning on keeping him.”

“It’s only been a few weeks…”

I shrug. “If I get sick of him, I’ll be the one dumping him. I won’t let it be the other way around. You’re right. I don’t care if some other girls name got inked in his heart first as long as my name replaces hers.”

“I’m in love with someone who betrayed me. Maybe we betrayed each other,” I shrug.

CHAPTER 10

“Is everything okay?”

‘“Yeah,” my throat was tight as I stared down at Savvy laid out on the back of the wagon with straw clinging to the silky strands of her hair.

She closed her eyes. “This feels so good. Almost like home.”

“I know what you mean. I miss the heat of the sun.”

“It’s what they call an Indian summer up here. A surprise, warm and sunny day during the thick of fall.”

The farmer driving the John Deere our wagon is hitched to ambled over a rut in the pasture causing me to fall on top her.

“Oops,” I breathed, picking straw from her hair. She opened her eyes; so close to mine.

“Hunter, “ she breathed, placing her arms behind my neck.

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