One Northern Morning (A Novella) (Southern Nights Novella Series #2) by Carmel Marissa

Author:Carmel, Marissa [Carmel, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: One Northern Morning
Published: 2015-09-12T07:00:00+00:00

I slept with Kam.

I knew it was inevitable. I knew what I was doing when I suggested coming to the cabin, but I couldn’t resist him anymore. I barreled straight through the forbidden door, and there’s no going back now.

I clean up after lunch, throwing the paper plates away and wiping the counter. The first batch of Reubens went into the garbage, obviously. The second batch was made with no interruptions. Thank god. I needed a breather. I needed to process everything that just happened, and I knew one sexual advance from Kam and we would be in the same predicament all over again. I feel hyperaware of everything now, as if my body flipped a switch and Kam is the electricity running through my veins.

“Hey, Laney,” Kam comes bounding down the stairs. “Look what I found.” He smiles brightly flipping a football in the air.

“The extension to your hand?” I ask flippantly.

He chuckles. “How’s your arm, Lemon?”

“Rusty,” I admit as I throw the sponge back in the sink.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He spanks me on the ass arrogantly as he walks by and out the front door.

I follow him outside, and for a few wistful moments, I watch as he palms the ball expertly with a look of elation on his face. Kam personifies the term ‘love of football.’

“C’mon, Lemon!” He tosses the ball to me while I stand on the front porch of the house. “Let’s have a catch.”

“I haven’t thrown a football in a long time,” I inform him, walking down the stairs holding the ball.

“That’s okay. You had a great teacher.” He grins shamelessly. “It’s as easy as riding a bike.”

“Says the professional quarterback.” I flip the football around, reacquainting myself with the leather.

“I’m not pro yet.” Kam puts is hands on his hips. His T-shirt pulling tightly across his chest outlining the sculpted muscles. The same muscles that were just pressed up against me. That body makes me forget how to freakin’ think.

“Soon enough.” I place my fingers between the laces, the way Kam taught me, and launch the ball at him. It actually spirals pretty nicely, but my aim could use a little work. He needed to take a step to the side in order to catch it.

“Not bad, Lemon. Not bad at all.” He smiles brightly as he throws it back. His spiral is way prettier than mine.

“Maybe it is like riding a bike.” We lob the ball back and forth. I lost count how many times Kam and I did this when we were together. Just hung out and watched the sunset over the lake while throwing the football around. It was so simple, yet meant everything.

“Lots of things we used to do are just like riding a bike,” he insinuates.

I catch the ball then flutter my eyes. But I can’t deny he’s right. Our chemistry is still off the charts, maybe even hotter now than it was before. I actually get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

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