Page 51 of Bad Call

“Do you know a guy who happens to have food? I’m starving.”

“Actually, I do. Come on.”

I jogged across the street, and Baylor followed. On the weekends, food trucks lined up on the gravel drive leading into the stadium parking lot. Technically, they weren’t allowed to be on campus, but I guessed this was a gray area, and the students ate it up, preferring the food trucks over the dining hall. We stood in line for tacos and I offered to carry the bag of food while Baylor offered to carry the drinks. We snuck inside the stadium, using the flashlight on my phone to illuminate the way.

“This is crazy,” Baylor murmured, trying not to spill the drinks as we climbed the concrete steps.

“You said someplace quieter, and I can’t hear a single sound. Can you?”

“No,” he laughed. “Not a single sound. Because nobody is stupid enough to be out here but us.”

We grabbed two seats in the middle of Section C-Row 4 and dug into our food. Shit, the grease from the meat in the taco dripped onto my pants.

“I’d recommend removing them immediately to be washed, but this isn’t the place,” Baylor joked. “Knowwhat?” he asked after a minute of chewing. “This is kind of nice.”

“It is, isn’t it? I mean, I can’t see shit, but I can see every single star in the sky.” His eyes caught the light from my phone, appearing to twinkle. I felt the pull between us, drawing me in. I couldn’t deny it, nor did I want to. “Baylor,” I whispered.

He stopped chewing long enough to stare back. I could see he felt it, too. He set his taco down and leaned in. Grasping his jaw, I brought his mouth to mine, brushing my lips against his. He opened for me with the softest moan, and I dug in, tasting him, drinking him in. His sweet flavor was addicting. I wanted more. I wanted to crawl inside of his mouth and possess him from the inside out. I wanted everything he had to give and more. I wanted to make him mine. And that thought startled the shit out of me. Enough to break the kiss.

Baylor looked dazed. “Where did that come from?”

I huffed, not really amused. “It’s always been there, Blue. I don’t know what you do to me, but you twist me up until I can’t see which way is right.”

“Yeah?” he asked softly, sounding pretty proud of himself.

I chuckled. “Yeah. That’s what you do to me. You make me lose my goddamn mind.” He popped the collar on his shirt and leaned back with a sigh, and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me later?”

I swear he had a one-track mind, a lot like me. “I’mgoing to tear your ass up, Baylor. I hope you’re ready for me.”

“You know, this isn’t really our first date,” he pointed out.

“Of course it is.” I’d have remembered if I asked him on a date before this.

“No, it’s not,” he insisted.

“Don’t tell me you’re counting the club and theMotel 6.”

“No, that was just sex.”

I tried to recall what came next. “The blind date mix-up?”

“Was it though?” he contended with a smirk.

“Yes, it was. I had no idea it was you.”

“But when you realized it was, you didn’t leave.”

“True, but still. It wasn’t a date, just a prelude to a hookup.”

“Maybe, until you realized it was me. But you knew we weren’t hooking up, and you stayed.”

“As friends!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Collins. I’ll choose to think it was a date.”

I laughed incredulously. “You’re an ass.”