Vincent pulled away from her neck to look at her. His intense eyes fixed on hers. “Rosie, Grace doesn’t know about this, does she?”

Rose smiled. “That you drive me nuts?”

“Well,” he chuckled, but it still didn’t hide the worry in his eyes “that and that we’re doing a little more than just kissing now.”

Running her fingers through his hair, Rose chewed the inside of her lip. She knew what he was worried about. “I tell her a lot. But so far all I’ve only told her is that you’re the first boy that’s ever kissed me.”

“And the last,” he added quickly lifting a brow.

Rose laughed now, “Yes, Vincent, and the last.”

He smiled, kissing her softly before pulling away again. “You’re not gonna tell her any more are you?”

She shook her head, tracing that perfectly arched eyebrow of his. “Not yet.”

“But you will eventually?”

She smiled again, hoping to assuage some of his worry. “I’ll warn you before I do. But trust me, I wouldn’t tell her anything that might get you banned from coming to see me. You think I’m crazy or something?”

“No,” he said staring at her lips. “I just don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”

“Well, it won’t, so don’t worry, okay?”

Vince leaned in, and she could tell just by the look in his eyes this wouldn’t be one of his usually sweet kisses; this one had erotic written all over it, and she braced herself, her heart already thumping wildly.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rose

The following weekend Rose had a soccer tournament, and Vincent had said he’d try to make it down if he could switch his days off at work with someone, but so far there’d been no takers.

She walked out into the kitchen where Grace, whose belly looked ready to pop, was packing the small ice chest she always took to Rose’s tournaments. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said the new uniforms were short.”

Rose glanced down at her soccer shorts. “They’re ridiculous. If they weren’t loose, I’d look like I was wearing my volleyball shorts.”

Grace laughed. “Well, at least you have great legs. They look good on you.”

Rose smirked, thinking about how often Vincent made her tremble now by running his hands up and down her legs, telling her just how much they drove him crazy. A car honked outside, and she grabbed her soccer backpack. “That’s them. I’m out. I’ll see you at the park.”

Grace gave her the usual “don’t get crazy driving around with your friends” speech, and Rose ran out to meet Alison and Candace, two of her teammates and now closest friends. They’d both also been on the volleyball team last semester and had been best friends since they were kids. Somehow she’d clicked with them, and now they were a threesome. Alison got a boyfriend last semester, so Candace was glad since Alison’s boyfriend hung out with her even at school that she didn’t feel like a third wheel because she had Rose. So it had been perfect timing when Rose came along.

Rose got in the backseat. “Could these shorts be any shorter?” Alison said as soon as Rose was in. “But damn, Rose, you’re rocking them with your long legs.”

“Thanks. I just hope they don’t start riding up my butt when I’m playing. At least our volleyball shorts are made to cling to our legs and not ride up. These aren’t like that.”

Candace was busy applying makeup using the front visor. “You’re so crazy, Candace,” Rose giggled. “How can you wear makeup knowing you’re gonna be sweating up a storm in an hour?”

“Because,” Candace continued to apply her mascara, “the boys are playing this weekend, too, and I think Jeremy is so smoking hot.”

Alison stopped suddenly, making Candace squeal then curse.

“Sorry.” Alison’s remorseful expression made Rose laugh. Alison had only been driving a few months, and she wasn’t the greatest driver.

“Have you gotten pulled over for drunk driving yet even though you don’t drink?” Rose laughed.

This time Candace laughed, too. The last time they’d picked her up, she hit the curb twice pulling up just outside Sal’s house. Sal’s friend Romero had been there, and he was the one that cracked that joke. He said one of his uncles had. They gave him the sobriety test and everything, and he was stone sober.

“Not funny,” Alison said as she stepped on the gas, and all their heads jerked back.

All three of them laughed this time.

“Oh my God.” Candace turned around to look at Rose. “What was that guy’s name at your house that day?”

Rose rolled her eyes smiling. “Romero.”

“He was so hot.” Candace gushed.

“But he’s older.” Alison said scrunching her nose.

“And hello! Married.” Rose reminded them.

“Minor details,” Candace said turning back to continue with her makeup. She wasn’t even done with her thoughts on Romero when she was already gaping out the window as they pulled into the school’s parking lot. “Quivering orgasms!”

“Candace!” Alison laughed as she pulled in very slowly into a parking spot.

Rose laughed, gathering her backpack. Candace was nothing if not boy crazy.

“Who is that?” Candace gushed.

They got out of the car at the same time. Rose was too busy adjusting her ponytail to notice who Candace was drooling over now. She looked up just in time to see who it was and nearly froze in place. “Oh wow, I know him.”