Page 232 of We Shouldn't Be Together
“They’re saying he’s the king of the team. I think he’d be into it.”
“I guess. Sometimes, he acts like he doesn’t even like playing football.”
I gesture at the field. “Could’ve fooled me. The entire team looks to him for leadership.”
“Oh, yeah. They’d be lost without him.”
I press a kiss into her curls and ask, “Do we have to watch the entire game?”
“What did you have in mind?”
I nod behind us. “I hear there are some comfy spaces under those bleachers.”
She playfully swats me. “Naughty.”
“You love it.”
I take Tabby by the hand and guide her toward the bleachers. As we move toward the back, she halts and pulls me backward.
I double-take at her. “What is it?”
“I just saw Yvie and Zane.”
I move her back to the side of the bleachers. “Okay, we’ll abort the mission.”
She pouts. “Sorry.”
“It’s cool. I don’t want to share below the bleachers with those two.”
She smiles appreciatively at me.
Unfortunately, I’m now filled with pent-up adrenaline from the thought of sneaking out of sight with Tabby. I look up at the criss-crossing steel beams of the bleachers, and let natural instinct guide me. With a leap, I hoist myself onto the steel structure, using the beams as my personal climbing gym.
“Kai,” Tabby calls, holding her belly in silent laughter. “Come down before you hurt yourself.”
I edge across a beam and then pull myself up onto another. “What? No faith in me?”
She giggles, and that spurs me on to impress her further. “Of course, I have faith in you, babe.”
I anchor a beam behind my knees and let myself fall backwards, hanging upside down. My beanie falls off, and she catches it.
“Kai.” Her voice is both scared and exhilarated. “Oh my gosh, be careful.”
I lock my core into place, feeling secure from my hanging position. As hoped, my head is not too far off from her head height.
I focus on the dark color of her lips when I suggest, “Kiss me like they do in the Spider-Man movie.”
Her fingertips press against her chin as she laughs nervously. “What?”
I grin at her, blood rushing to my head. “Do the Spider-Man kiss with me.”
“I… I don’t…”
My grin grows as her babbling stops. She giggles again and lifts onto her tippy toes. The blood swirls in my head as her lips press against mine.
Way better than the movie.
Her hands caress the sides of my face. A buzz of electricity flurries throughout my body, and it’s all I can do to keep myself steady in this position.
