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and pulled her to the kitchen; we downed a shot and grabbed another to take outside.
    Clay caught hold of my hand at the door. “Just like I showed you, huh?” he said, with a proud smile. I just nodded and kissed his cheek as Rachel and I staggered out of the door, giggling.
    We sat on the swing set in the yard. “So how old is Blake anyway?” I asked Rachel who was leaning so far back on her swing she looked like she would fall off.
    “Er, I think he left two years ago. So that would make him…..er…. twenty I guess?” she replied, making it sound more like a question.
    “Clay and him didn’t really seem to like each other.” I winced, thinking about the tension that I’d felt radiating off of Clay earlier when they met.
    “I think they played together on the football team when Blake was still at school. Blake played running back position too, and I think that Coach was riding them both pretty hard, making them compete for the spot. I don’t think they ever got on because of that,” she slurred, hiccupping at the end.
    Clay came out then, looking at me, smiling. “Hey, Riley Bear, you ready to call it a night?” he asked, pushing me gently on the swing from the front. I smiled happily. He used to push me on the swings all the time. He’d even built me a swing once for my birthday using a piece of rope and a big stick and hung it from the old oak tree in my back yard. He had fallen out of the tree trying to tie the rope and broke his arm. As soon as his plaster cast was taken off he’d gone straight back into the tree and finished tying it. It still hung in my garden. “Rachel, you want a lift home?” he asked, shaking his keys at her to get her attention off of his body.
    She giggled. “Hmm, do I want to ride with Clay Preston?” she purred suggestively, narrowing her eyes, looking him up and down.
    I giggled, and Clay rolled his eyes. “Come on you two drunken girls, get in the car,” he instructed, reaching out a hand for me. I took his hand and danced to the car drunkenly. We dropped Rachel at her house and Clay walked her to the door. The next thing I knew someone was pulling on my jeans, trying to get them down.
    “Hey!” I squeaked, pushing the hands away from my half off jeans and trying to sit up. Shit, what the hell? Am I going to be raped? I started screaming and panicking.
    A hand clamped over my mouth. “Riley! Riley Bear, it’s just me! Jeez, calm down,” Clay said loudly, pushing me back down. I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful green eyes inches from mine. I started to cry tears of relief. Oh thank God it was just Clay! I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
    “It’s okay. Shh, sorry. You fell asleep in the car. I was just putting you to bed, that’s all,” he murmured in my ear, smoothing down my hair. I looked around curiously. I was in my room, in my bed, he had already taken off my boots. Realisation dawned on me; he must have carried me from the car and was trying not to wake me. Bless him, that’s adorable!
    I giggled, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry.” My heartbeat started to slow as he rubbed my hair. “You scared the crap out of me,” I admitted, pushing my jeans further down but I was obviously drunk because they didn’t really move anywhere. He laughed and pulled them off for me, then stripped out of his clothes and climbed in the bed with me.
    He settled down on his side, facing me, but didn’t touch me. This was the first time we’d been in a bed together since he’d kissed me, and he looked really unsure of what to do. My eyes were starting to droop again and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was asleep. I pushed hard on his chest to get him to roll onto his back and lifted his arm around me as I nuzzled onto his chest. I heard him laugh quietly, and I fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Chapter 3
    The following week passed in a blur, Clay and I were completely back to normal, no awkwardness at all now which was