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imagine how wonderful it would feel to have my mouth on his.
    Those lips–oh my god!
    Every time he kisses my forehead, I can feel the cushion on them pressed against my skin and I can’t help but envision how they’d feel on other places of my body.
    I feel an unfamiliar pulse throbbing between my legs. Oh my!
    “You okay?” Matt asks. Obviously my facial expression has given away the shock in my head.
    “Um, yeah. I’m fine,” I answer with a forced grin, even though my head is a sloppy mess of alcohol induced hornyness.
    “So, what’s the plan tonight? I’ll pre-warn you guys, I can’t have any alcohol and our curfew tonight is 11 p.m.,” Matt says with disappointment.
    “You have a curfew?” I ask, confused.
    “Yup. Coach will have our asses if we’re up late drinkin’ before the game tomorrow.”
    “And how will he know?” I ask with a rebellious look.
    “Oh, he’ll be stoppin’ by tonight, I’m sure,” he says confidently.
    “Are you shittin’ me?” I blurt out.
    Laughing at my non filter, compliments of the alcohol, Matt answers, “Not at all, Ms. Drunkster.”
    “What? I’m not drunk. I’ve only had a few beers!”
    Total lie. I’m drunk!
    “Anyway…” he says with a grin, not believing my statement at all, “wanna go bowling?” He is looking back and forth between Summer, Collin, and I as he asks it.
    “As long as you don’t mind me kickin’ your ass,” I joke.
    “Oh, it’s on!” Matt laughs, cupping my hips with his hands.
    “I think we might have a throw-down at the bowling alley,” Collin adds to our playful fighting words.
    “Oh, there’s no competition here,” I answer. “He’s going to shit his pants when he sees my skills.”
    Okay, I definitely have no hold back when drinking. This could be bad.
    “You’ve got skills, huh?” Matt says with a flirtatious smile.
    “Ones I don’t think you’d be able to handle,” I whisper to him, feeling brave and standing on my tippy toes to make us eye level.
    “We’ll see about that,” he softly says with a wink.
    “Okay you love birds. Are we goin’ or what?” Collin interrupts.
    Love birds! What?
    I almost choke on my beer, completely shocked by Collin’s words. I plant my heels flat on the ground, and even take a step back away from Matt. Although I’ve been wishing and praying for something bigger and better to happen between Matt and I, the word love in context to Matt is like receiving a blow to the gut–not what I was expecting at all. By no means is it a bad thing–how I’d love for Matt to have feelings for me that run as deep as love! But hearing it sends a rush of nerves throughout my body that I was not expecting to happen, especially tonight.
    I can see the look of confusion on Matt’s face by my sudden blank, so I replace the straight face I’m wearing with a smile, hoping he doesn’t think that the reference Collin made freaked me out. Honestly, I’m just confused as hell. Nothing between Matt and I has ever been established and up until recently we’ve only talked online. This week has been a cluster-fuck of crazy and I have no clue where it all came from. I’m definitely not complaining. I’m just a little lost.
    Letting the alcohol take the wheel, I chug down the rest of my beer and loop my arm with Matt’s. “We’re ready.”

Chapter 10
    Since Matt is the only one sober, he has been nominated as the designated driver. Apparently the beat up truck in the driveway is Matt’s so Collin offers his car which is totally different than Matt’s–a brand new Ford Mustang. I’m guessing Collin isn’t lacking in the money department which kind of goes with his too perfect look that he has going, so I’m not really shocked by what he drives.
    I’d be lying if I said that I’m not jealous of him, with Summer, all curled up and snuggling in the back seat. Although the holy shit moment back at the house is now a distant memory, having the middle console separating Matt and I right now