"Two more minutes," she muttered, playing with our linked hands.
I didn't tell her, but I would have stayed here forever. If I could freeze time, I would, and I would never move. But cold was creeping into my bones, and the last thing I wanted was to get her sick.
Gently wrapping my arms around her, I rolled her on top of me as I sat up, having her straddle me.
"As much as I'd love to stay, you need a good night's sleep. Don't you have an exam tomorrow morning?" I reminded her. "And I'll be back here in less than five hours for morning training."
Rosie grimaced, and her eyes fell on my lips. I closed the distance and locked my lips with hers, devouring her whole. Our tongues danced together in a choreography only they knew, and the heat radiating from Rosie warmed me up instantly. My arms roped tighter around her slim body as I held her against me.
Rosalie hummed with her eyes closed, her forehead pressed to mine. And I knew whatever she was going to say next, I was going to say yes to.
When it came to this girl, it was impossible for me to deny her anything.
"We should go," she muttered over my lips, her hips unintentionally wiggling in my lap. I've gotten hard-ons just by being near her, so this was a new kind of torture.
"Stop," I groaned, grabbing her hips and keeping her in place.
Realization dawned on her, and a small giggle escaped her lips. "Sorry."
"Let's go, I'll walk you back," I offered, standing us both up and my fingers intertwined with hers.
Rosalie stared up at the sky one more time before grinning down at me. “It’s raining.”
“No?” I said, but it came out more like a question as something wet landed on my face. “Oh, shit, it is raining.”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I always wanted to dance in the rain.”
The sky above us opened, and the raindrops fell quicker and quicker. I was sure we were going to be soaking wet within minutes, but with her body pressed to me, I didn't care.
“Then we dance.”
I wrapped my arms around her and started moving side to side in an awkward kind of dance you only do at prom.
The only music was the rhythmic falling of the rain, pounding on the bleachers around us, making the grass clammy and slippery under my already two left feet.
Rosie’s chest shook from the silent laughter before she took my hand and twirled herself out. Growing bolder, I twirled her a couple more times, making her smile and laugh as my vision grew blurrier from the rain dripping from my hair.
I pulled her back, her chest flushed against me, and kissed her.
My hands found their way in her wet hair, and she kissed me back more boldly, our tongues doing a much better job at staying coordinated and dancing together than we ever did.
Her arms tightenedaround my neck, and Rosie urged me to kiss her deeper, more passionately, and I obliged, telling her without words how much she meant to me.
This kiss held everything I couldn’t say out loud because it was way too early.
The smile she gave me when we parted had my insides all twisted up, and I realised I was in huge trouble. This girl had a power over me that no one else did.
I was certain I would have done anything for her, and I just proved that by taking this whole thing off-side.
Watching your teammate's face after you spent the night kissing his little sister was a special kind of torture. Every time I looked at Aaron, I thought of Rosie. Not because they looked alike, but because I remembered way too well how soft Rosie's lips were and how she tasted of cinnamon.
But on the flip side, my mind was surprisingly calm and collected. It's like a wave of relaxation washed over me, and I was fully focused on practice. My mind didn't wander, spin, or become preoccupied with other things.
I was fully at peace, and I haven't felt like that in a very long time.
"Great work," Coach praised me as I scored during the play we practiced. It was back to normal with my teammates in terms of proximity and contact, but until they put me in a real situation, we would never know how I would react. "Good to see you're getting back to yourself."
I nodded in agreement as I continued playing, wanting to prove myself now more than ever. There was no way I could change their mind and get me to start. But if there was a sliver of hope, I wanted to try and do it.
