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She glared up at me. “Fine.”
“Slater?” The voice floated down the alley. “Dustin? Is that you?”
Fuck. Coach Merriman. What the fuck was I going to do?
I had one second and only one option.
I kissed Peterson.
Chapter 16
Hadley
Dustin Slater was kissing me.
Dustin Slater was kissing me, and once again I had no warning. His mouth was on mine, his hand cupping the back of my neck, and he kissed me like he had all the time in the world and decided to use it.
The worst part?I was kissing him back.
My hands were gripping his hoodie, and I was pulling him closer. My head was angled so he could deepen the kiss, and I was two seconds from pulling him down to the ground and riding him like a stallion.
I heard a snort and had no idea who it was, but slowly, Dustin pulled back, his head dipping again to give me a light kiss, and then he stepped back, looking up and down the path. When he looked back at me, he actually seemed surprised that I looked breathless.
Iwasbreathless.
He just kissed me like I was the last person he’d ever get to kiss. And he looked... completelyfine. I blinked, scrubbing my lips with the back of my hand as I threatened myself with physical violence if my heart rate didn’t calm down.
“What was that?” I demanded.
“Coach Merriman,” he said, looking down the path again. “Look, here isn’t a good idea. Do you have somewhere we can go?”
I gaped at him. “Is this your way of having sex with me?”
He genuinely looked bewildered. “What?” He was shaking his head and acting like hedidn’tjust give me one of the best kisses of my life. “I swear you’re tripping, Peterson.” He jerked his thumb to the mouth of the path. “Did you see Coach?”
I shook my head, and he looked genuinely relieved.
“Good,” he said with a nod. “He recognized me, but I think I managed to shield you.” His teeth worried at his bottom lip as he looked back up the path. “We’re too open here. I can’t keep kissing you every time someone passes.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“What?”
Dear Lord, kill me now.
“You want me to kiss you?” He didn’t look like he would ever kiss me again; in fact, he looked like a man who was severely questioning his own judgment.
“I do not want you to kiss me again. Or ever.”
He smirked, stepping closer. He looked gorgeous. Backward cap, dark eyes glistening with promise, and that panty-dropping smirk. That —thatlook right there — is why he got women.
God, what a dick.
Dustin licked his bottom lip, dipping his head slightly. “Baby, when I can still taste how sweet you are, maybe stop the shit, hmm?”
See, I shouldn’t be reacting to that.
