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Lilly

Days following the Halloween party, I'm sitting in the stands watching the guys at practice, shivering as the coldness of the rink seeps through my skin.

“I told you to bring a coat with you.” Nina gives me a pointed look as she snuggles further into her own coat.

Adjusting the thick lilac cardigan I'm wearing, I glare at her before turning my attention back to the ice. Nina decided to join me at practice today, mainly so she could drool at Hunter as he skated by.

Lakelyn emailed Professor Davenport this morning informing her that she wouldn’t be in class and wouldn’t make it for the interview we’re meant to be doing with Felix, one of the sophomores because she’s got a huge migraine—said migraine being a hangover. But I was happy she wasn't here, it meant she wouldn't be asking stupid questions and the interview would be done way sooner than usual.

Glancing to my left, Nina’s perched on the edge of her seat, her eyes are heart shaped as she watches Hunter glide across the ice. Grinning to myself, I lift my hand and wipe the imaginary drool from the corner of her mouth.

“You’ve got a little drool there.” I smirk when she looks at me confused.

She swats my hand away, her cheeks reddening. “And that’s my queue to go.” She stands, adjusting her coat.

“No, don’t go!” I dramatically grab her hand, pulling her back.

“You’re so annoying.” She laughs, tucking a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear.

“But you love me.” I grin.

“I do,” she confirms. “But I’ve gotta get to my lecture.”

“Skip,” I suggest, pouting at her. “I’m sure your boyfriend would love you to watch him practice.”

Her cheeks redden more. “Not my boyfriend.”

“But he’s on track to be.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

She glares at me, but there’s a slight curve of her lip. Opening her bag, she brings out a bag of popcorn and throws it onto my lap. “Eat that and shut up.” She grumbles, moving away.

“Love you, Babe!” I grin, opening the bag of popcorn and shoving a handful into my mouth.

“Love you too.” She sends a backward glance before walking out of the double doors.

Grinning, I lean back into the chair and shovel another handful of popcorn into my mouth. Sweet and buttery, my absolute favorite. Glancing across the rink, I look at Greyson just in time to see him save a goal. And as I look at him, I’m transported back to his bedroom where not only did we agree to “fake” date, but he also confes sed to being a virgin and wanting my help tutoring him in all things sex related.

When he asked, it was at the tip of my tongue to tell him to ask Callie instead because she’s more adventurous in that department, but something in the back of my mind stopped me from speaking those words out loud. Maybe it’s because I was the one he was trusting with his deepest secret, and I was the one he wanted to learn from.

In a way I was kind of ashamed to admit to him that I barely had enough experience as it was to tutor him in sex, especially to do with fingering and getting eaten out. Kyle might’ve fingered me a few times—enough times for me to count on one hand—but eating my pussy? Apparently that was too much for him. I’d argue that cheating was too much, but we can’t always win.

So that ultimately led to me doing my own research. With a little google, numerous porn videos, and hopefully the books I’m going to ask Callie to borrow when I get home, I’ve established phase one of our tutoring session, due to commence…I have no idea when.

“Nice save, Montgomery!” Coach Gillingham hollers across the rink causing my eyes to dart up to Greyson.

He takes a glove off, followed by his helmet and runs his hand through his hair—I don’t know why my thighs clench when he does that, but they do. Zeroing my eyes on his lips, I'm once again in his bedroom where he’s confessing that I was actually his first kiss.

Although it wasn’t technically a kiss, just my lips brushing over his, I still felt guilty when he told me. He was comforting me, and I decide to not only kiss him, but steal his first kiss. A kiss that he should’ve been saving for when he was ready. A kiss I had no right to take.

It’s just a kiss— his words echo around in my mind. And in a way, he’s right. But he’s also wrong. First kisses are meant to mean something, at least to me anyway.

It’s all about the anticipation, the build up, how giggly you get before leaning in and pressing your lips to theirs. Your first kiss shouldn’t be from someone who probably had snot coming out of their nose, and salty tears running down their cheeks.

But when he told me he could kiss me right now, I encouraged him. I told him to do it. And holy fuck, how had he never kissed before? Because that kiss was powerful, and not at all what I was expecting. And I wanted to do it again, a million times over.

The whistle blows making me jump which causes my notepad to fly to the ground. Groaning, I lean down to grab it, but when I realize it's gone under my chair, I groan again. Standing up, I get down onto my knees and search under the chairs, grinning to myself once I finally have it in my hand again.

“Hey, daydreamer.” Greyson’s voice cuts through the air, not only causing me to jump for the second time in not even a minute, but it also makes me bump my head against the bottom of the chair.

Ouch.

“Fuck.” I hiss, rubbing at my head as I slowly slide back and start to stand.

“Holy fuck, Lil-Bug, are you okay?” He winces, taking a step toward me and tilting my head down. “No blood, which is a good sign.” He says, running his fingers through my scalp, and I moan.

I fucking moan.

How embarrassing. But in my defense, having my hair played with…it sort of turns me on.

“Daydrea mer?” I question what he said when he first came up here.

“Yeah,” he grins, taking a step back and pushing his hand through his sweaty hair. And once again, my thighs clench. “Whenever I looked up at you, you’d always been in your own little world, daydreaming.”

He watches me?

“Oh.” Oh?

Reaching down, I pick up my tote bag from the chair and place my notepad inside before pulling it onto my shoulder. Shivering from the cold, I pull my cardigan around me tighter and wrap my arms around me too for extra warmth.

Greyson reaches his hand out, touching the back of his hand against my cheek. “Did you not bring a coat with you?” He asks.

“Uh, no.”

Shaking his head, he curses under his breath. “You’re freezing.”

Shrugging my shoulder, I walk past him so I can get out of here and into a warmer area. “It’ll be warm in the conference room.” I reply, not bothering to look back at him.

Pushing the door open, I step into the corridor and go to turn right, but Greyson grabs a hold of my arm and drags me to the left.

“What the hell?” Blinking up at him, my eyebrows scrunch together.

He huffs as we reach the outside of the locker room. “Wait here a minute.” He demands, opening the door and disappearing inside.

As I’m contemplating whether to walk away or not, the door opens again revealing Greyson. He takes my tote bag off my shoulder, and I look at him even more confused than I was before as he places it onto his own shoulder.

“Arms up.” He demands.

Huh?

But I don’t even think, I lift my arms into the air and he’s pulling a sweater I hadn’t even noticed he was holding over my head.

I glance up looking at him to see he’s already looking at me with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Clearing his throat, he hands me over my bag, and I thank him as I take it from him.

“I hope you know you’re never getting this back.” I smirk, lifting the sweater from my stomach and ruffling it to further prove my point.

“Yeah, I kinda guessed that,” he chuckles. “Looks better on you anyway.”

My cheeks flush, and I chew at my lip to fight back a smile. “Anyway,” I awkwardly say, shuffling my feet. “I better go get set up for the interview with Felix.”

“Yeah, of course,” he nods, running a hand across the nape of his neck. “Uh…did you maybe want to come over tomorrow?” He asks, nerves evident in his voice. “I mean, you don’t have to—”

“What time?” I cut him off.

“Any time after three?”

“Five?” I suggest.

He nods. “That works.”

“Okay, great,” I smile, slowly taking a step back.

“Wait!” Greyson steps forward and takes a hold of my hand. “Do you, uh…do you need a ride home after the interview with Felix? I don’t mind waiting around for you.”

Smiling, I shake my head. “I’ve got my car today, but thank you for offering.”

“Okay,” his thumb soothes patterns across my hand bef ore releasing it. “See you tomorrow, Lilly.”

“Tomorrow.” I confirm with a smile, before turning and walking away.