Kicked. Me. Out. Are those even fucking words? I seriously never thought I’d hear those words. Get out? Yeah, right.My hands curl around the steering wheel to my pickup. She did not just shut the door in my damn face. If my mouth wasn’t hanging to the ground I would go back and make her kiss me. God … those lips. I want them more than I’ve ever wanted something.Slamming my fists against the steering wheel, I groan. This sucks major balls. I know she’d been drinking at the party when she kissed me but I’m not buying the ‘I was drunk’ card. Because that kiss wasn’t hesitated. That kiss was something she’d been wanting. And I was ready to drown myself in it.Goddammit. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. Kiss me and walk away? I’ve made girls come by kissing them. Running my hand through my hair, I lean my elbow against the driver’s seat window. I’m coming onto campus when I drive by the field house. Coach’s truck is parked beside a car. Roxy’s car.
