Intercepted Hearts by Jolie Mika

Author:Jolie, Mika
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

11

“The heart wants what it wants.”

Natalie

“For god’s sake, Avery, he’s not my boyfriend.” I tug the ivory tank on, fluffing my hair and trying not to make it any frizzier than it already is.

“Okay, you have a date with Hudson Baldwin, the hottest guy in the NFL,” she says from the other twin-sized bed in our shared cozy bedroom.

Ignoring the giddy anticipation bubbling inside me, I apply an additional touch of smoky eyeshadow across my eyelids. “It’s not a date.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

The answer is simple enough. Despite my insistence that there’s nothing romantic about my rapport with Hudson, I feel something for him. A fierce attraction has bloomed, something that scares me as much as it excites me.

I decided a long time ago that I would never let myself fall for a football player, not after watching Dad deteriorate. But I guess we don’t have much say in these things at the end of the day, do we? Still, it’s up to me whether I act on anything I feel for Hudson, and I’m determined not to. One kiss was enough. Nothing wrong with keeping it platonic…right?

“I’m not nervous.” I reach for my favorite pink lip gloss and swipe it on, then I spritz on my mint-lavender body spray. When I’m finished, I face the full-length mirror and study my reflection. My get up for tonight is flattering and tasteful. I chose a pair of high-rise fitted black jeans and a sequined chevron top. My outfit is complemented by a pair of ankle boots that have been languishing in my closet for almost two years. “You’re blowing this out of proportion.”

“Oh, sure.” She rises from her bed and follows me down the narrow hallway. “You’re just going to his place for dinner as friends.”

“As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what we’re doing,” I fire back.

Between you and me, I’m a walking, talking cliché. You know the girl who kissed the boy and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him or the way his lips made her feel?

It’s a tired tale, don’t you agree?

Well, guess what? I’m the tired tale.

Yep. That’s me. I’m crushing hard on Hudson Baldwin. Thank goodness Avery crashed at a friend’s house last night. When I went to bed and slid my fingers under the band of my underwear, it was Hudson’s hands—calloused and rough—I imagined touching me, grasping my hair as he buried himself deep inside of me.

Liquid heat rushes through my veins just thinking about that bone-melting kiss with him. No man has ever kissed me like that. A rush of heat heads south at the memory of his lips on mine. I’ve replayed it over and over in my head. The way I felt when he kissed me for the first time. It’s like every part of me is alive again. I can still feel his kiss against my lips. I can still taste him. My skin still tingles where he touched me.

I take a deep breath and blow it out.

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