Lucas and I’s training yesterday had left me sore all over, but the feeling was welcome. As I walked around school all day, the thought of our kisses replayed in my mind.
I had won a total of six kisses and had to run eighteen laps. After I had successfully earned that first kiss, Lucas was much harder on me the rest of the time.
I think he was just embarrassed that I had called him out on his excitement.
Thinking about it again brought a smile to my face as the final school bell rang, signaling the beginning of the weekend.
I met Lucas at our usual spot near the hockey locker rooms.
The school day had been relatively uneventful, apart from a few lingering stares and whispers from curious classmates who seemed endlessly fascinated by our relationship.
Lucas had told me that he though
