VIOLET
Greyson
Stay after the game.
In your seat.
Why?
Because I f*****g said so.
Sounds dangerous.
When have you not liked danger?
Admit it—there’s a thrill going through you right now. Maybe you’re squeezing your hand into a fist trying to fight it, or you’re clamping your thighs together. The thought of us alone… in this stadium?
Ishiver and don’t answer him.
I can’t.
Because he’s right, his words do something to me. Something uncomfortable, that I’m not willing to admit. Not even to myself.
Knox scores with ten seconds left, officially breaking the tie. Willow—and the rest of the girls—jump up from their chairs, screaming and cheering. My own reaction is delayed, my phone clenched in my hand. I force myself to be happy, to clap and holler along with my friends.
There’s one
