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“Oh my god, I just had a flashback to when you two started dating in high school,” Cam said. “I swear you’re making the same face now.”

I laughed. “You have no room to talk. You and Cooper are so freaking gooey together.”

She got a lovestruck smile. “He is pretty great.”

I shook my head, turning up the music, and glanced down at my phone, trying to figure out what to text back.

Maggie: I’d love to continue this line of conversation, but I’m sitting next to Cam.

I looked at the screen, already seeing the text bubble come up.

Rhett: Then I definitely shouldn’t say everything I would like to do to you after the game tonight.

Maggie: Definitely not.

Rhett: I won’t tell you that I’d rip your jersey open to see those perfect tits.

I shifted in the seat, glancing at Cam. She was focusing on the road and eating her bag of Muddy Buddies.

Maggie: Don’t tell me.

Rhett: I definitely won’t tell you that I’d shove your lacy bra down to see your nipples, hard and ready for my mouth.

Maggie: Rhett...

Rhett: I won’t tell you that I’d suck on your tits while reaching into those jean shorts you like to tease me with and feel how fucking wet you are...

I shifted again.

Maggie: You’re being mean.

I could just imagine the salacious grin he’d have on his face right about now, and it turned me on that much more.

Rhett: I certainly will keep it to myself how I’d lean you up against my truck, hook your leg on my arm and ease my cock inside you like we both know you’ve been wanting me to.

Holy fuck.

Maggie: I’m so fucking wet, Rhett. I can’t do this in the car with my friend!

Rhett: Then I *won’t* tell you that I’m stroking my cock while I think about you pressed up against my truck, your head rolling back because I’m filling you like no man fucking could.

I bit my lips together.

Cam said, “Why is your face so red? Are the Cheetos too hot?”

“I’m fine,” I said too quickly.

She looked from me to my phone. “Holy shit, he’s sexting you isn’t he!?”

“NO!” I said too loudly.

She shook her head, picking up her phone. “Hey, Siri, call Rhett Griffen.”

“No!” I yelled at her Siri. “Don’tcall him!”

But it had already obliged her request, and she held the phone to her ear. I swore I heard the whisper of his voice through her phone as he answered.

“Can you quit sexting my friend while she’s in the car with me? We’re close friends, but notthatclose, m’kay?”