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had given him a USC cap, which Jag had put on immediately with a huge smile.
    I watched from the bleachers, standing by Rebecca, smiling with tears in my eyes, so proud of him and what he’d accomplished, when he suddenly looked up and around with a frown. Then he stood and scanned the crowd before spotting me and signaled for me to come down there. I shook my head stiffly, a little horrified that he’d want me with him. His mom then realized what he was doing and started nodding fervently at me, holding a hand out to me and wiggling her fingers as if to take mine from fifty feet away. Ugh. I ended up having no choice but to go as Rebecca pushed me in my back, nudging me to go to them. I gave her a dirty look before making my way through multiple students then stepping down onto the gym floor and walking to the table.
    “Get in here, Ellen!” Mrs. Jensen cooed. “You’re one of us, you know.” Her smile made me smile. She had to be one of the nicest people I’d ever known.
    So I stood there by Mrs. Jensen smiling like a fool wondering if the description in the picture would say, “Back row: Royce Jensen, father, Mary Jensen, mother, Ellen Love, hapless high school girlfriend who’ll soon be dumped when Jagger Jensen goes off to college and discovers all the hot babes that await him in South Carolina.” Great.
     
     
     
    The day before Jag was to leave for college, we went to Tyler Callihan’s official End of Summer Party. His family owned a private beach on Lake Michigan, so during the day we swam and then Tyler and a couple guys had taken some of us out on their family’s boats. It was now evening, there was a bonfire blazing and the beer was flowing like crazy. Most of the senior class was there since it’d probably be the last time they’d be together for some time.
    Jag and I had been hanging with Rebecca and Ross. We both wore hoodies over our swimsuits since it was always a little chilly on the lake at night, but I’d gotten too cold so we’d walked up to the house so I could get my yoga pants. Before going in the house, Jag pulled me around to the side of it for an impromptu make-out session where he pressed me against the house with his body as his lips covered mine. Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of his kisses.
    “God, El, you don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped in my ear after we’d kissed for a while.
    I think I figured out pretty well what I did to him if what I felt against my stomach was any indication. We continued kissing as his hands slipped under my hoodie to the back to untie my bikini top at the bottom then they slid around to the front where he cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples making me moan into his mouth.
    “Jag… please…” I whispered as my fingers dug into his back under his hoodie.
    Okay. I’d had enough. We’d had several hot and heavy stints that’d left me wanting him so badly I could hardly stand it. But Mr. Ultimate Gentleman always held back. Well, that was going to change tonight. I reached a hand around and down, stroking him over his swim trunks, eliciting a groan from his throat. He then placed his hand over mine, which was my “signal” to stop. Nope. Not happening this time. Still kissing him, I did something I’d never done before. I pulled my hand from his then found his waistband and plunged my hand inside his swim trunks, finding his shaft and grasping it firmly, moving it up and down his length. His head fell back on his shoulders as a growl rumbled from deep inside his chest. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
    “El…”
    “Jag, let me make you feel good,” I whispered.
    Guess my speaking wasn’t a wise choice. It was as if hearing it woke him up suddenly. His head came forward, his eyes focusing on mine, and a grimace appeared on his face as he reached inside his trunks grabbing my hand and pulling it away from him and out as he hissed, “Stop!”
    Now I was pissed. I didn’t understand.