"Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in. Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again."
Lainey Beaumont is your typical girl next door. Kind, charming, and extremely intelligent. She is attending the University of Michigan in hopes...
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"I keep recalling things we never did. Messy top lip kiss. How I long for our trysts."
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Luke's POV:
I've been sitting in the same spot without moving for the past 5 minutes. Before Lainey left she kissed me on the cheek. Her lips actually touched my face. I can still feel the sparks crackling beneath the surface of my skin for minutes after she has already left.
Seeing her interact with Luca left a bad taste in my mouth. I didn't like the idea of her being so close to another one of my teammears even though Mark's face danced around my head. What a stupid thing to be jealous about. Her and Mark have literally hooked up and here I am getting pissed off that Luca hugged her.
I think it's because I know Mark doesn't want to date her but with Luca I don't know his intentions, and the thought of not knowing is irking me. Spending so much time with Lainey has muddled my brain.
All I can think about is her. What she's doing, what she's thinking. Is she having a good day or not. My thoughts revolve entirely around her and it's not good.
She's driving me crazy and she doesn't even know it.
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After the game I head straight back to the locker room where I told Lainey I would meet her. Sure enough she's standing in the hallway next to the door, hair glowing under the overhead lights.
I slow my pace and allow myself to bask in her beauty for just a moment. Long dark hair falling in waves down her back. She's wearing a jersey and my brain immediately pictures her standing there with my number on her back. The thought of having my last name plastered across her back for everyone to see makes my mouth water.
I'm not surprised that I'm a little disappointed when she turns and the number on her back is Mark's. A slight pang of something twists itself around my heart. It pulls and pulls until it actually hurts.
Reaching up I rub a hand across the aching space where my heart is. Every time I see her with someone else I feel like I'm dying. It's dramatic, I know, but it only solidifies my plan to make her mine.
I'm not sure when I decided that I need to have Lainey all to myself. Maybe it was when she bossed me around on that first day. Maybe it was the first time she opened up to me and I got to take a peak inside her beautiful soul.
It could have been the first time she laughed at one of my jokes. As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm pretty sure it was the first time I ever saw her.
