The Game Plan by Allie Lasky

Author:Allie Lasky [Lasky, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AES Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter seventeen

Miles

I can’t concentrate on the movie. Not with Sam in my arms.

She smells like vanilla and cherry. Not that fake cherry body mist so many girls use. She smells like actual cherries and warm vanilla and something else that’s uniquely Sam. I can’t get enough. I drag my nose along the shell of her ear and she sighs, melting into me.

The guys are going to give me shit for this. I just know it. I can’t bring myself to care. I like her. She seems to like me. She wants to kiss me.

Sometimes that’s enough.

Shit. I should probably take her on a date. I have no idea what college kids do on dates. Isn’t date just a euphemism for sex? Sure, I want sex with Sam, I’m not going to lie—but I want more than that, too. I want to walk through campus with her hand in mine. I want to walk her to her classes and kiss her in the hallways. I want to go to sleep with her in my bed, and wake up to her in my arms, and spend all day together just because we can’t get enough of each other. I want dinners together in the dining hall—with and without the guys—and lazy Sunday afternoons on the couch. I want it all.

I want to make her happy, and for her to be happy when I’m around. I want her to want to hang out with me.

She falls asleep halfway through the movie. I’m exhausted. Today was pretty miserable, interspersed with some pretty fantastic moments, but I can’t sleep. Every fiber in my body is alive and humming at the feel of her pressed against me.

Her hand slips down from where it’s curled on my collarbone to my stomach. I tense, holding my breath. She shifts in her sleep, her arm wrapped around my belly. It’s like she’s hugging me.

I’ve never been hugged in a romantic sense. My mom, sure. My aunts. Maybe my sisters. I’m not a physically demonstrative person. I don’t like being touched. My dad contents himself with fist bumps or a clap to my shoulder.

On the football field, it’s different. They’re not touching me; they’re trying to get past me, and I won’t let them.

With Sam, though… I want to touch her. Not even in a sexual manner. I want to hold her hand, and hug her, and run my fingers through her hair, and just… indulge in the profound simplicity of her touch.

I don’t know if I’m ever going to have football again. I was filmed breaking the code of conduct, a pretty flagrant violation of the rules. It doesn’t matter that I was provoked: I made the decision to make my point with my fists instead of my words.

O’Rourke is a piece of shit. He’s slimy. He’s going to get off with a slap on the back of the wrist. I’m the one that’s going to feel the effects of this. He might have a broken nose, but I could lose my scholarship.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.