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Her eyes widen comically, as she whispers with disbelief, “I am?”
I chuckle into her neck and squeeze her tight. “I guess, I’ve got my work cut out for me.” She’s totally worth it though.
She taps my shoulder; I sit up again to face her. “But you call me Itty Bitty because of my tiny boobs.”
“WHAT?!?” I shake my head violently, trying to dispel that absurd notion. “No, that’s not…you’re short.”
She snorts, “Oh, a different physical reason I have no control over then.”
“I like how short you are. Compact, portable, easy to carry around.” With a wicked grin, I speak softly but clearly, “Easy to throw you around where I want you while I drive into youso deep, you’ll feel me for days.” Her breath hitches, her butt shifting in my lap, drawing a moan from chest. Focus, Addy! “Too much?” I ask her, not wanting to scare her, but I need to make sure we’re on the same page.
“Maybe. I’m…I don’t know how to do this.”
I nod in understanding, excitement skittering across my skin, knowing I’ll be the one to teach her. Huskily, I suggest, “Let’s start with a kiss…” She scrunches her face up. I pushed too far too soon. “Or not?”
Her lips purse and her nostrils flare, like an angry little fox. Daya crosses her arms over her chest. “You need to wash your face and brush your teeth. I don’t want to taste that skank.” She sags as her bravado escapes her like air from a balloon. “And I don’t know if I’m ready for that right now. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I reply instantly. She has nothing to be sorry for. “We’ll go at your pace.”
Visibly relieved, she smiles softly. “Ok, thank you. Though…I might need a push now and then.” Her eyes sparkle with a little mischief.
God, I really want to kiss her right now. I decide to make her laugh instead. “I’ll push. I’ll push it real good.” I deposit her on the bench, stand up and break out an impressive running man as I sing the Salt-N-Peppa classic. She laughs, the sound doing funny things to my heart.
The laughter of everyone else watching does not.
Daya 7.
“Daya!” I smile, turning around before I enter the locker room, to greet Lilly Geddes, who handles PR for the athletics department at the university.
“Hi, Miss Geddes!”
She rolls her eyes, her blonde hair pulled back from her face, and an admonishing smile. She’s taller than me, her and everyone else, and beautiful. Open, kind, and passionate. Her face is…welcoming. Not sure how else to describe her, she’s just someone that you instantly feel comfortable around. “Lilly. Don’t make me tell you again, missy.”
I chuckle lightly, using my small towel to wipe the sweat from my forehead and the back of my neck. We just finished our first game of the season. We lost, but I don’t even care, it was epic. The most fun I’ve ever had cheering. The energy was unbelievable and so intense compared to high school. Addy and I were flawless, the crowd went nuts when I did a complicated tumbling pass into Addy’s waiting hands. He threw me up in the air, I flipped, and he caught me. My heart beat right out of my chest and I laughed like a loon while the crowd tried their level best to deafen us. I trust Addy completely.
And not just because he’s myboyfriend. Ahh! I love saying that, thinking it, hearing it. Especially from his lips I desperately want to kiss. He’s steady and solid on that field and it translatesinto incredible magic between the two of us. I had goosebumps almost the entire game.
“Lilly,” I correct, my chest heaving as I’m still fighting to catch my breath. “What can I do for you?”
“I’d like for you to meet up with Edith Shingleton this week for a photoshoot.” My brows rise, not expecting that at all. “I want pics of you in a controlled environment doing your thing.” She grins with a wink. “And a few with the Mic-Man himself. Do you need me to call Addy, or do you think you can manage to get a hold of him?” I drop my eyes as I feel my entire face heat with a flush.
“Y-yeah. I can manage.” She laughs lightly.
“Edee will have gotten some good shots today during the game, but I want something a little more artistic and eye-catching.”
“Ok. Uh…why me?”
Her expression shifts slightly, a sadness as she looks me in the eye. “Daya, you are truly talented. And you and Addy together on that field…explosive! You are the new face of the athletic department.”
“Oh! No! I can’t do that. I’m only a freshman—”
“Believe me, you will attract donors, and prospective students like a bee to honey. It’s not just my opinion, Jenna’s the one who made the suggestion.” I don’t know how to react. I’m shocked. Worried. Nervous.
“But what if I fail? What if—”
“You let me worry about the what-ifs. It’s my job, Daya, I know what I’m doing.” Her confidence is contagious. So much so that I whoop and jump to give Eva a high-five on her way out of the locker room a couple minutes later. My body is buzzing with excitement. Anticipation coursing through my veins. In thenearly empty locker room, I grab my towel wrap, strip off my clothes and pad into the showers with my shower caddy. My body tingles as I wash off the sweat and grime from the game. My clit pulses when my thoughts turn to Addy.
Elijah Addelsbach is amazing. I smile thinking of how his eyes lit up when he caught me, how his gaze lingered on my lips as if he was fighting the same urge to fuse our mouths together in the middle of the packed stadium. I want to kiss him. I want him to devour me. He’s been patient, courting me like it’s the 1800s. We’ve done nothing more than hold hands outside of our practices. And even that felt foreign and naughty.
