He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,20

were gone. I'd always just assumed I'd tossed them in my locker, then dug them out before going home.

I pressed my face against the back of his neck, taking a deep breath of his sweet scent and making him wiggle before kissing the soft skin.

"Is Dallas following Wells?" Newell asked after a moment, and I reluctantly pulled my head back to glance over at the parking lot.

I nodded. "He's finally going to ask him out. I overheard him telling one of the other linemen after practice yesterday. He's nervous."

"Well, he shouldn't be. Wells watches him all the time when he thinks nobody is looking."

Dallas had caught up to the quiet little omega just as he reached his car, and Wells blinked up at the young man in confusion when he said something to him.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, I recognize that look."

"What?"

"He doesn't realize Dallas is trying to talk to him." I pointed. "See. Who me?"

"Wow. For a smart kid, he's oblivious."

I nodded for a long moment, smiling brightly as the two went through the normal dance, but fully aware that Dallas had his work cut out for him with that one… and then I realized not only what Newell had just said, but also the fact that it was him that said it, and I turned my head slowly, eyeing him dryly.

It took him a moment, but he finally realized I was watching him, and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, frowning. "What?"

"You have some nerve."

He blinked at me in confusion, and I nearly laughed before his face cleared and his eyes widened. "Wait. Did you ever try to ask me out, and I acted like that?"

"Well, there was one time I tried to ask you to prom."

He gasped, his hand flying to his mouth. "What?"

"Yep," I said chuckling at the look on his face. "Thankfully, nobody was around to watch you not even acknowledge that I was there and just keep walking."

"No, I didn't," he whispered, still to his hand.

"Yep."

"Oh, my God." He reached out, grabbing the sides of my face. "Did I hurt your feelings?"

I shrugged, smiling softly. "For like two seconds, but I realized almost immediately that you didn't actually hear me."

He cringed, blinking up at me and dropping his hands. "I think I did hear you," he whispered.

I gasped, my eyes widening. "And you ignored me on purpose?"

He shook his head hard, once again grabbing my face. "No! I thought you were asking someone else, so I just kept walking. I didn't even turn around to see who it was because I didn't want to know. I still don't know who you went with. I didn't ask around, and I never saw pictures of you with someone. I kept thinking someone would be talking about it, and I'd have to listen to it, but nobody ever did."

I took a deep breath, turning my head to kiss his wrist. "That's because I didn't go with anyone. I never got up the courage to ask you again, and I didn't want to go with anyone else."

"Damn," he whispered. "That is incredibly sweet and incredibly sad at the same time. I really wish I would have known all that."

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then pushed his chocolate milk toward him. He'd admitted the other kind wasn't actually his favorite, and even though I still got it occasionally for him because of the sentimental value behind it, I now stocked my fridge with his favorite as well.

Newell gasped, and I jerked my head up to look at his wide eyes as he looked over toward the parking lot. "He kissed him."

I spun quickly, and sure enough, Dallas had Wells's back pressed against the car while he kissed the other boy soundly.

"As teachers, we should probably get them in trouble for PDA," I said, even as I smiled brightly, happy that at least he'd had the balls to go after what he wanted instead of waiting for eleven years like me.

"What PDA?" Newell said, glancing around before pressing his body close to mine and wrapping his arms around my neck, drawing my face down toward his.

I kissed him slow and sweet, and even as that did nothing to keep my body from reacting, I felt my chest tighten with happiness and I whimpered.

When we finally pulled back, there were tears in Newell's eyes and he was pressing his hand to his chest, a small frown on his face.

"You okay?" I