Chapter 62b: /bbLa POV /b

    After our intense but sweet make out session, Hunter helps me down from the rocks and leads me over to the opposite side of the bheath/b.

    When I saucily ask him why I would want to see another set of boulders, he swats my behind and tells me to just follow him.

    And bboy/b, am I d I followed him.

    Standing in this mini cave as the oceanps at the tock ledge we’re standing on, I’m having trouble deciding where to look first.

    Hunter is at my back with his arms wrapped around my middle. We’re both looking towards the cave roof to admire the majestic stctites glowing in the dim light. The mouth of the cave doesn’t allow much natural light inside, making for the perfect shade of darkness to showcase the formations‘ onnsual bue,

    “They’re beautiful,” I say as my eyes bounce from one corner of the small chamber to the next, noticing the different formations, and even some hats off in the farthest corner catch my eye. “How did you find this ce?”

    “One weekend while we were out here, my one flipflopnded in the water. As I was watching the tide drag it further out to sea, it suddenly started drifting in this direction. Curious little monster I was, I thought I could scale the rocks till I found a spot where I could maybe reach for the shoe. After slipping a few times and almost getting my leg caught in a crevice, I unexpectedly stumbled upon the cave’s mouth. The next few times after we visited, I made it my life’s mission to find an easier way to get inside the cave. After about the fourth try, I found today’s route.b” /b

    The self–satisfied tone in his voice makes me smile. “And, what happened to your flipflop?”

    “Once I found this ce, it waspletely forgotten. It probably bhas /bmade its bway /bto bMexico /bby now,” he banswers/b, making meugh at his anticsb. /b

    We saunter around a bit more before we return to our pic nket. Hunter bdoesn’t /blet go of my hand once, making my heart flutter and butterflies take flight in my stomach. The smile on my face also seems to be a new permanent fixtureb. /b

    We dig into the desserts that his mom packed while making small talk,ughing at the silliest of thingsb, /band flirting openly with each other.

    Checking the time, Hunter begrudgingly admits that he needs to start getting back so he’s on time for their first football game of the season. bI /bhelp him pack up, and after a few trips, everything’s loaded in his truck, ready to be hauled back home.

    Ever the gentleman, he leads me to the passenger door but doesn’t open it immediately. Holding up his pointer finger, he says, “Wait right there,” before disappearing to the backseat door on his side of the truck. As hees bounding around the back towards me, I can tell he’s holding something in his hand that’s behind his back.

    “What’s that?” I ask as I try to peer around him to try and catch a glimpse of whatever he’s hiding.

    “Nuh uh, patience, Beautiful,” he tries to scold meb, /bbut fails miserably when a smile lifts the corners of his mouth.

    “Fine,” I say as I cross my arms, feigning irritation at him.

    bA /bsudden and umon vulnerability tightens his features, and I’m immediately worried as I ask, “What’s wrong?”

    “Uhm, so bas /byou know,ter today’s our first game. And, well, I was wondering if, by any chanceb, /byou’re not too busy, you might considering to watch us y?”

    By the end of his longb–/bwinded sentenceb, /bbhe’s /bscratching the back of his neck as if nervous, scuffing his toe in the gravel underfoot, and having trouble is absolutely making eye contact with me. Seeing this hulk of a guy, unsure of himself about something so simple as asking a girl toe to his game,

    adorable.

    I decide to mess with him a little, but I already know I’ll be thereb, /bscreaming my throat raw for him and the other of my guys. “Why, Hunter Brooks, are you trying to ask little old me to cheer you on during your game?”

    Because he hasn’t looked at me byet/b, he doesn’t catch on to the fact that I’m intentionally making it moreplicated than it already is for him, he answers without any of his usual conviction, “Yeah, but only if you want, and only if you’re not busyb. /bI’llpletely understand if it’s not your thing. Or if…”

    Before he can continue, I step into him, cup his jaw, and kiss his worries away.

    “I’d love to be there,” I say with conviction when I break the kiss a few breathster.

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    bChapter /bb62/bb: /bbLa /bPOV

    Yealib?/bb” /bhe basks/b, bhis /bbuilding excitement lighting up his big emotive beyes/bb, /bmaking me bnnd /bvigorously In sent.

    bAgain/b, a subchred look enters bhis /beyes, before he tentatively asksb, /bb“/bWould you consider wearing my jersey when byou /bbe /bis watch the game When a bbrings /bhis arm from behind his back, and I see Saxonsen’s school colorse into view, my heart does this weird bmippity/b–ppity actionb. /b

    As bhe /bshakes the jersey out, his number is big and bold on the back, and I suddenly feel honored that he’d ask me to wear this.

    But then self–doubt starts creeping in about how many other girls he’s asked to do this. I also wonder if I’m just another one in a string of bgirls /bhe inled bto /bsleep with by dangling this in front of them like a carrot?

    But, true to his perceptive nature, he reads my facial expressions like a book and assures me, “I’ve never asked arry other girl to do this. You’ll be my first bAnd /bif I have my wayb, /byou’ll be thest and only one to do it.”

    My relief is immediate, making me throw my arms around his neck, excitedly saying, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

    His smile is blinding in its intensity, secretly making me feel proud that I was the one to put it there.

    “You, Beautiful, have just made me the luckiest guy on the football team. No, the whole bof /bcampus. Scrap that, the whole.”

    Then, he kisses me like he wants to devour me, wrapping his arms around my middle and lifting me off my feet, turning us in ba /bslow circle.

    When I’m gasping for air, he gently ces me back on the ground.

    Opening my door, he helps me up into the cab of the truck, leans over me bto /bfasten my seatbelt, and as he leans back to bstep /baway, he kisses me again, deeply andnguidly, as if he wants to imprint this moment in his mind for the future.

    When I’m eventually panting, on the verge of begging him to take me in the backseat, he pulls baway /bwith a devilish grin. “Stop looking at me like that, mdy, or I’ll turn into an unscrupulous scoundrel and im your virtue in the seat of this carriage without remorseb./b” His attempt at a posh British bent /bhas me in stitches, effectively dousing the roaring ze in my core that he stoked with his kiss.

    As I try to regain myposure, he shuts my door, jogs around to his side with a satisfied smileb, /band then drives us home while his fingers are entwined with mine in myp.

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