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“What am I doing here?” His brows raise by increments, incredulous. “Did you forget about our deal? Did Darcy give you memory loss with that tackle during Capture the Flag?” He reaches out, his fingers smoothing over my cheek where I know I still have the barest hint of an abrasion from today’s games. “I thought—I just—” No. This won’t work. He steps closer until he’s half under the spray, a look of amusement in his darkening gaze. He enjoys my fear too much for me to let this continue. Sucking in a breath, I curl my fingers against my palms until my nails bite into my skin. The pain is quick and sharp, and it allows me to take one more breath to ground myself before I lift my chin and let my shoulders fall. “I didn’t expect for you to be so impatient that you had to follow me into the women’s showers,” I say at last, my tone as cold as I can manage. If I’d expected, or hoped, for my words to shock him or humiliate him, that flies out the window at the quick grin pulling at his mouth. He reaches out once more, fingers splaying around the base of my neck and pushing me until my back hits the tile. “You know, Summer. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re not a fan of me.” His tone is deceptively mild and strangely friendly, but I don’t give him an answer. “I’d think you’re mad at me, instead of looking forward to our little game.” “What can I say?” I shrug, my arms still crossed over my chest. “I’m all gamed out after today. I’ve had enough of being on my knees in the dirt.” “What a pity,” Kayde is quick to respond, like he wants to punish me for my words. “Because I haven’t gotten my fill of seeing you there.” 🖤 GET IT HERE: https://amazon.com/dp/B0CY6JRV4G