Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“We’ll meet you in the parking lot. We’re going to go say hi to Tyler’s parents,” Joanna said as she and Heather started down the bleachers before me.
“Sarah, tell Matt ‘good game,’ and we’ll see him at home,” Violet said, resting her hand on my shoulder and stepping in front of me before I could bolt.
“I will,” I smiled, following her down the bleachers.
When she reached the bottom, one of the other moms started talking to her, and I stood off to the side to wait for Matt.
Isaac took my empty cup and added it to his trash, tossing everything in the bin a few feet from where I stood. When he turned back toward me, I slipped my hands into my back pockets, eyeing where I spilled the pop onto his shirt and the crotch of his jeans.
“I guess the only fair payback is for me to get you wet sometime.”
“I’m really sorry,” I said, lifting my gaze to his face and the weird smirk on it. That’s when I realized his comment wasn’t so innocent. “Gag me with a spoon,” I grimaced and crossed my arms over my chest while turning my back to him and craning my neck over the crowd to look for Matt.
Isaac laughed. “I’m just playing with you, Sunday Morning.”
“It’s inappropriate.”
“Don’t be such a square.”
“Don’t be such a perv. I don’t want to play with you.”
“Why not? I’m infinitely more fun than Matty. More experienced too.”
I scoffed.
Where are you, Matt?
I lifted onto my toes, but I still couldn’t see him. Then I shrieked as my hands clawed Isaac’s while he grabbed my waist and lifted me off my feet to see over the crowd.
“Put me down!”
Violet and her friends glanced in our direction. “Isaac, leave Sarah alone,” she said with a grin and a headshake as if we were siblings goofing around.
When my feet touched the ground, I pivoted toward him. “Don’t ever do that again.”
He twisted his lips. “Touch you. Lift you off the ground? Or make you scream?”
Everything that fell from his lips sounded suggestive. Not that I was looking at his lips. Well, sometimes I looked at his lips because he was Satan. My dad told me to keep a close eye (and a safe distance) on anyone who reminded me of Satan. Isaac was sin in the flesh.
Sexy.
Smooth.
Tempting.
It was nearly impossible to stay pure of mind in his presence because I had a bad case of raging hormones, sexual curiosity, and an unstoppable need to feel like an adult making all of my own decisions, whether they were smart ones or not.
I wanted to be a rebel, but I didn’t know how. While I acted offended and accused him of being a perv, I also imagined what it would be like to have sex with my boyfriend’s older brother. Around Isaac, I became the heroine in all of my favorite movies that I wasn’t supposed to watch, but did anyway.
I was Alex Owens’ character in Flashdance—young with big dreams. And Isaac was Nick Hurley, the handsome older hero who caught her attention. This unrecognizable part of me wanted to be a woman seductively eating lobster while seducing the hot guy on the opposite side of the table.
So confident.
So bold.
So sinful.
I jumped when Matt came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist.
“Hey!” I turned. “Good game.”
“Yes, bravo, Matty.” Isaac clapped his hands behind me.
I ignored him.
Matt eyed Isaac and then me. He didn’t look happy. “Walk me to my car?”
I cocked my head before nodding.
“Good game, sweetie. See you at home,” Violet called as Matt hiked his bag onto his shoulder and took my hand.
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.
As we walked toward the parking lot, I quickly glanced back at Isaac.
Of course, he smirked. That wasn’t a surprise. It was my grin, coming out of nowhere, that felt most inappropriate.
“We need to talk,” Matt said.
Was he breaking up with me? Why did he sound so serious?
I had a metallic fuchsia prom dress with puffy sleeves and pumps dyed to match. We couldn’t break up before prom or before the end of summer. My family was the Corys’ favorite charity case.
We stopped at his El Camino, where he deposited his bag in the back and swapped his cleats for his dirty white Adidas high tops.
“Isaac asked me if we used a condom,” Matt said, peering down at me through squinted eyes.
I nibbled the inside of my cheek. “What did you tell him?”
“Sarah!” He parked his hands on his waist and leaned toward my face. “So, you did tell him we had sex?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head in frustration. “Isaac’s just stirring up trouble. He likes to pester you. And you let him. If you didn’t have this reaction to him, then he wouldn’t do it to you. But you let him get under your skin, so he continues to do it. And he wanted to get a reaction from me on Easter, so I may have neither confirmed nor denied that we’ve had sex.” I shifted my gaze to the influx of people in the parking lot, climbing into their cars.