I’m not the only one waiting outside of the test room.
Half the school is here in red and gold, our official colors. Some people even have their faces painted or hold signs with encouraging messages for Gage. When it was just the two of us studying, the pressure to help him pass was more than enough, but this? So much is on the line. If Gage doesn’t pass, he won’t play in the championship and we will lose. It’s a given.
No. He’s going to pass. Not only that, he’s going to get an A.
He worked so hard and he’s a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for.
Remembering his directions to me before we left the apartment, I close my eyes and recall him beneath me last night, the way he rode me on his bucking hips, sweat dripping off his abs, jaw clenched tight, shuddering, trying not to com
