🖤 hate to love
🏈 forbidden romance
🖤 college romance
🏈 football romance
🖤 emotional damage
🏈 angst
“Don’t play with me,” I hiss, grabbing her other hand to stop her from touching me before I do something stupid. Something I’d probably regret.
Her brow arches up. “Or what?” She moves closer, her warm breath touching my skin. “What are you going to do, Wentworth?”
“You’re playing with fire,” I whisper, my fingers tightening around her wrists. “You do realize that?”
Those blue eyes turn molten. Her gaze drops down to my lips. My throat turns dry as I watch her tongue slide out and trace the curve of that full lower lip as she slowly, oh so slowly, turns her gaze back to me. “Maybe I like the burn.”
Before I know what I’m doing, I have her pressed against the nearest tree, her arms pinned above her head. She lets out a breath of air before my mouth crashes over hers.
This is bad, bad, bad.
But does it stop me from kissing her?
Fuck no.
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