[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE
She can't stand the school's golden boy, but when fate keeps throwing them together, their rivalry starts to look a lot like chemistry-and suddenly they're not playing the game they thought they were.
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Tristan
"I like these shorts," I murmured into her hair.
"Of course you do." Her eyes never left the TV screen as she replied.
"Means I can do this," My hand slipped under the stretchy material plastered to her ass, and I cupped her bare ass cheek, squeezing.
We were sprawled on my couch, watching some new action fantasy movie, but I wasn't paying any attention to it. How could I when I had her in my arms?
Earlier, we'd polished off some Italian takeout, and she'd accidentally spilled meatball sauce on her tank top. Annoyed, she'd grumbled about it, so I suggested we watch a movie to lift her spirits.
Now, she was curled up against me, wearing one of my shirts, her head resting on my chest while her legs draped over my lap. We were cocooned under the throw blanket, her one leg pressed against my dick as she watched the movie.
"Someone needs to examine your penis. It's always ready to go, and that's not normal," she muttered.
I chuckled, resting my chin on her head. "Are you volunteering?"
She scoffed and I felt the movement beneath me. "I want to finish this movie, so no."
"I wasn't stopping you from watching the movie. You can keep watching the movie. Just ignore me." I kissed her temple, keeping my lips there as I inhaled her addicting scent.
My hand wandered from her shorts to trace up her back, sliding underneath the hem of the loose shirt. She'd ditched her bra earlier for comfort — I think that was when I checked out for the day.
Her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips, and I couldn't help but marvel at its softness. I couldn't stop touching her because of it.
"It's hard to focus when you keep doing that," she murmured, shifting in my arms to snuggle closer.
"When I'm doing what?" I teased, a smirk tugging at my lips. "This?" I let my fingers trail along her spine, watching her shiver in response. "Or this?" My hand slipped back inside her shorts to palm her ass, massaging gently.
"What do you think? They're both distracting. Hard to focus on the movie when you're pawing at me like some horny college guy."
"I am a horny college guy."
"And God help me for it," she grumbled, sighing.
"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered, nuzzling against her hair.
There was a moment of silence before she replied, "No."
With a soft chuckle, I lifted my other hand from her knees, gently grasping her chin and tilting her face up so our eyes met.
"Good. Because I was lying — I'm not going to let you watch the movie."
She narrowed her eyes at me, accusatory. "I knew it."
