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CHAPTER THREE

Mav

He doesn’t know what he did to me.

As I watch him set up our game, his curly brown hair covering his eyes as he hunches over the board, he has no idea what just happened to me. His slim fingers put all the pieces together, and although I’ve felt them on me, it’s never been like this before. His silly superhero watch ticks loudly, and I can feel it pounding in my ears.

I’ve never been kissed before. I never really wanted to. I always thought that I didn’t need that type of physical connection.

But I was so wrong.

He still has a little flush on his cheeks, that adorable freckle by the corner of his lip taunting me.

I think that might have been the best moment of my life.

But he doesn’t know that.

He can’t know that. He’s got Asher Rashford , and he doesn’t need me ruining his chance with UA’s Golden Boy.

So, I’ll just keep this to myself.

He looks up at me, smile wide as he makes a stupid hand gesture at the game. He reaches for his slushy, and I want to kiss those red-stained lips again.

He tasted like cherry ice.

“You ready to play?” he asks, brows scrunching a bit, and I realize I’ve been staring at him way too long.

I clear my throat. “Always.”