The Jock and the Fat Chick by Nicole Winters

Author:Nicole Winters
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Young Adult, Animals, Contemporary, Sports, Romance, Hockey
Publisher: Epic Reads
Published: 2015-09-11T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

I WAKE UP FEELING LIKE A NEW MAN. I CAN’T tell if Claire knew I was a virgin or not, and if she did suspect, I guess she’s the coolest person I know for not pointing it out or making fun. I place a hand on her waist and kiss the top of her forehead. Claire’s eyes flutter open, and she utters a cute, breathy moan.

“Hey,” I whisper.

She smiles. “Morning.”

I sweep a piece of hair from her cheek. “Did you have fun last night?”

She nods. “Yeah. Mind blown. You’re like . . . Wow.”

“‘Wow’?”

“Yeah, hot wow.”

“‘Hot wow’?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says, then adds, “Superhot wow.”

I shrug. “I guess, but you’re hotter than that.”

She shakes her head and smirks. “There’s nothing hotter than superhot wow.”

I roll my eyes. “Please. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What? I do, too!”

I prop my head up onto my arm. “You know, in ninth grade science when Mr. Lane burns a magnesium strip and he tells everyone to look away because the light could fry your retinas?”

“Yeah.”

I smile. “That’s how hot you are.”

Claire slaps my chest and pushes me away. “Aw!”

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, enjoying the moment and feeling ridiculously happy.

“When are your folks getting back?”

“Sometime between twelve and one.”

I search for a clock. This is the first time I’ve seen Claire’s room in full light. Thank god, no unicorns, stuffed bears, or doily-lacy things. Her bedside clock reads 10:35 a.m.

Claire pulls the covers away and rises to her feet. With her back facing me, I gaze in wonder: her beautiful shape, silhouetted by the morning sun slanting through the curtains. She should be in a painting. She reaches for my shirt and slips it over her head. It fits snug at her chest and hangs to her knees with her hands disappearing into the sleeves. Wow. I wish it were my hockey jersey.

I stand and wrap my arms around her for a hug. I feel her heartbeat through my shirt, pounding against mine. I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stand here forever.

My stomach gurgles, then growls, and she breaks out laughing.

We change and head downstairs to whip up some scrambled eggs. Claire adds fresh mint and goat cheese to it, which at first sounds gross, but it actually tastes good. I serve it with some spicy salsa on the side and make us some fresh orange juice.

Sitting at the island, I eat with one hand while the other rubs her back. For a November day, it’s nice outside. The sun’s shining, there’s no wind. I might even go for an outdoor run.

Claire turns to me. “Hey. Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure.”

She stares at her eggs. “This isn’t easy for me to say.”

Dread creeps into my chest. I swallow my mouthful and set down my fork. I start churning out worst-case scenarios starting with last night; she thinks it was a big mistake.

“It’s about us.”

My gut plummets.

Claire turns away. Oh god, she can’t even look at me.

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