*Jane*
“You didn't have to walk me all the way up," I say as Noah kisses me goodbye. It's the day after we got back from Miami, and he insists on seeing me right up the stairs. Despite my protests, I don't mind having him with me for as long as I can before he disappears off to practice. Plus, there's a big game tonight.
I know the stakes for this one, and I know that there'll be so much to focus on, I need to get as much of him to myself as I can.
“You could've just dropped me off as usual," I add.
“Maybe I wanted more time getting to watch you walk away," he muses playfully, crooking a finger over the waistband of my skirt and tugging me toward him and I shove him back playfully.
“Don't you have a practice to get to, slacker?" I tease. “Plus, I thought there was some universal rul
