Strays
What more could any girl want?
“A kiss for good luck?” her boyfriend, Tyler, asked before their game. He was just under six feet. He had brown hair, a perfect tan and a smile that made every girl’s heart skip a beat.
Camille smiled, playfully. “I don’t believe in luck.”
He smiled back and leaned closer. “A kiss because you love me, then?”
She could feel his breath on her face and she found herself forgetting to breathe. “Who said that I love you?” Her voice was soft as she allowed him to kiss her, returning it without hesitation. As she pulled back, she grinned at him. “You better win after that.”
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