Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,49
You’ve been together for like a month, and you’re already acting like an old married couple.”
“I’ll give you fun, you…”
I don’t see it coming and yet, everything happens as if in slow motion. Callie crouches down, with more agility than I thought possible, and scoops a handful of snow. There is a glint in her eyes as she throws it right at me.
What the hell?
At the last second I manage to dodge it. “Are you insane?”
But Callie’s not looking at me. No, her mouth falls open, and I don’t know if she wants to laugh or freak out. It could be either or none.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, but the chuckle she’s struggling to suppress says she’s anything but.
“Oh man,” Hayden full-on laughs, helping Callie get on her feet.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I find what’s so funny.
Nixon is standing there, wiping the snow off his face. “Now you’ve gone and done it, Cals,” he says slowly, shaking his head.
“Snowball fight!” Emmett booms loudly.
Everything happens at once. One second we’re standing frozen in place, the next people are running around scooping snow in their hands.
Snowballs fly.
I manage to duck another one before I’m hit in the back.
Stumbling, I catch my balance at the last second. Bending down, I scoop a little bit of snow and throw it at Callie, who’s hiding behind Hayden. The ball punches her in the shoulder, forcing her to turn around to look at me.
“It’s all your fault!”
Callie laughs and throws a snowball at me, hitting me in the chest.
“But you’re having fun!”
Her laughter is infectious and I have to admit, she’s right. I don’t remember the last time I just played in the snow like this. Not for years.
I run away from the center of the fight—seriously, these football players are ruthless. They don’t know the meaning of the word “game,” if they’re in, they’re all in and God help the one who comes between them and victory.
I’m hit three more times as I’m trying to find cover of some kind, but I don’t hold back. I serve up some return fire of my own. I miss a lot too. It’s almost pitiful, but Callie is right. I’m having fun.
“Watch out!”
My head snaps to the side just as Nixon crashes into me. Not expecting him to bulldoze me, I lose my balance and fall on the ground with him on top of me.
The air is knocked out of my lungs from the impact, leaving me breathless.
Our eyes lock, and we just stare at each other.
I open my mouth but no words come out.
He’s so close that we’re breathing the same air. I can see the smallest of details on his face. Like the little white scar at the end of his right brow. And the fact that today his irises are more gray than blue. Thick lashes surround them, and they’re a shade darker than his hair. And his mouth...
Another shiver runs through me, but this time it has nothing to do with the cold creeping under my soaked clothes.
I look to the side, anything just so I don’t stare at his mouth. Somehow, I’m not sure how, we managed to land behind a bench.
“Well, at least we’re covered,” I say, turning back to him.
“Yeah.” Nixon’s voice is rough as his eyes fall down on my mouth. “At least.”
My tongue peeks out, sliding over my suddenly dry lips.
He opens his mouth, but then we’re attacked by what feels like dozens of snowballs. Nixon’s back takes the brunt of it, but I can feel some too.
“Okay, okay. That’s enough!” I laugh, lifting my hands in surrender. Well, as much as I can anyway. It feels more like I’m embracing Nixon and pulling him closer. We’re plastered together so tightly you’d think we’re one.
“You guys know this is a public place, right?” Hayden asks, looking at us from the bench.
“It’s all your damn fault so bugger off,” Nixon mutters. He gets to his feet and offers me his hand to help me up.
“No funny business.”
“You’re an idiot, I was just trying to save her from getting a snowball in the face. Nobody wants to deal with a bloody nose.”
“Mm-hmm,” Callie hums in my ear. “That’s exactly how it looked.”
“Oh, shut up.” I try to swat her on the head, but she’s already pulling away.
“I didn’t say anything,” she laughs and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, a smug smile on her face.
“You don’t have to, it’s written all over your face.”