Jo removed his hand and probed gently at the swelling flesh with her fingers. “It’s gonna be purple.”
“s**t. Fuck.” Pete bent his knees, resting his weight there and on one elbow. Then, he leaned down and kissed her.
“Don’t. Someone might see us.”
His self-control had evaporated. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, strip her bare, and take her on the field. “I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I came down here to get some advice from you.”
“Advice about what?”
“How to keep my hands off you.”
She giggled and cupped his puffy cheek. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“What are we going to do?” He lowered his head to nibble on her neck.
She sighed and lay back, her hair golden against the brilliant green of the perfect grass. “I don’t know. I don’t think we fooled Wendy.”
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