Charlie was furious. How could Luke act like she still belonged to him?
‘Did he forget how badly he hurt me? How he cheated and lied?’ she thought angrily. ‘And now, he expects me to take him back?’
It was ridiculous. But as angry as she was, having Taylor there made everything easier. His arm around her felt comforting, like a shield keeping Luke’s arrogance from getting to her. She still felt hurt, but it didn’t weigh as much with Taylor beside her.
As they turned around, Charlie wanted more revenge on Luke, so she whispered to Taylor, “Kiss me.”
“What?” Taylor asked.
“Kiss me,” she repeated, her voice remained soft.
“Let’s walk two more steps down so it’s credible,” Taylor suggested.
After two steps, Taylor casually pulled Charlie closer. He stopped walking and faced her. His teammates observed them but understood they needed more time, so they simply walked ahead.
“Let’s pretend to talk so it’s natural that way,” Taylor proposed while pushing a strand of Charlie’s hair. “Are you okay?”
When Charlie nodded, Taylor said, “If we are going to do this, we have to do this right. You know that, right?”
Charlie nodded again, but this time, her face burned.
Taylor leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before giving her nose a quick peck. Being so close to him was so overwhelming that Charlie closed her eyes, her heart fluttering.
His warm breath tickled her face, and before she knew it, his lips were on hers.
Instantly, Charlie felt something weird. Her stomach flipped as if she had just gone over the peak of a rollercoaster!
Taylor’s kisses were gentle, and as he leaned in for more, his other hand carefully rested on her face. On the other hand, Charlie simply melted into him, kissing back and unknowingly gripping his jersey.
Eventually, the kiss deepened, and the space between them disappeared. Taylor’s other hand settled at the small of her back, pulling her closer, and her breath hitched at the intensity of it all. Just as they pressed together, the moment ended before their tongues could touch.
“You feel better now?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah, I think it was strange that Luke was there,” Jeremy added.
“I think he was there to check on me -” Charlie turned to Taylor, saying, “To check on us.”
“Well, considering how it ended with a fight for Charlie, it could be it,” Atlas agreed. He then glanced at Charlie, asking, “But you would know the Wall Street Warriors better, Charlie. Are they capable of cheating?”
There was silence around them while Charlie prepared to answer. Not everyone from the team came to their gathering. Some opted to rest or study for an exam. Around her, only five of Taylor’s teammates were present, along with Angel, Atlas’ sister.
“Well, no, I don’t think so, but Luke’s team can play rough if they want to, but I don’t think they have the guts,” Charlie said reassuringly.
“Well, that’s good,” Jeremy said. “But it doesn’t mean we can relax.”
“Yeah, practicing every day is still a good idea,” Taylor suggested. “It not only keeps us sharp for the game, but it also helps us stay in shape. Tomorrow, though, is an exception. Let us rest in after a good win.”
Yeah!” The guys cheered while raising their beer bottles.
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