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“Rebecca said no, right?” Valentina asks, then nods to herself. “Good. I don’t want to put any more pressure on Rebecca. She’s been through enough.”
“Agreed,” I say. “But I have a bad feeling about all this. Something tells me that we’re not done with him yet.”
CHAPTER 15 – Valentina
Sunday, September 28
“Ilove waking up next to you,” I say, kissing Lexa’s shoulder.
“Mmm,” she hums. “Waking up would mean actually sleeping.”
I prop myself on my elbow. “Was I keeping you awake?”
“You only tossed around once every five minutes, so I did manage to get a few minutes here and there,” she teases me, not opening her eyes.
I nuzzle the back of her neck. “Sorry, I’m nervous about today.”
“I know,” she says. “It’s your first time back at the Gators’ stadium. I get it.”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I just want it to go well, you know?”
“It will,” she says, and her hand finds mine. “You’re going to be brilliant, and you’re going to show them.”
I smile, squeezing her hand. “Thanks.”
We lie there for a while, cuddling, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other. I think about how much we’ve grown, both as individuals and as a couple. It’s been just over a year since I tackled her at that first match, and I can’t imagine my life without her.
“You know I had a crush on you long before you spoke to me?” I confess.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I thought you were hot and talented. And then you were trying to be mean to me, and I found it adorable.”
She laughs. “Adorable? Really?”
“Sure. I had it bad for you.”
She turns her head and opens her eyes, looking at me with amusement. “I was such a bitch to you.”
“You were, but it was hot.”
She kisses me, and I melt into her. She’s wearing only my shirt, and I can feel her skin, her curves, her warmth. I need her.
She breaks the kiss and looks at me with a mischievous grin. “I think we have time for a quick one before we have to get up.”
“A quick one?”
“Yeah, you know, a quick fuck,” she says, moving her hand under the hem of my shirt. “I’m sure you can do it. You’re good at many things.”
Her fingers trace my ribs, my stomach, my breasts. I moan. “You’re terrible.”
“You love it,” she says, pinching my nipple lightly.
I gasp, arching my back. “I do.”
She smiles and pulls me on top of her, then starts kissing me again. I kiss her back, moving my hands under her shirt, feeling her breasts, her nipples.
She moans as I slide my hand down, between us, and find her wet and ready. I tease her gently, making her squirm. She reaches for my panties and slides them off. She touches me, teasing my clit, making me wetter.
