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Her lips are painted a deep red and they slowly part, revealing her teeth in a beautiful smile. I walk toward her, feeling like I’m in a teen movie with the music playing in the background and the couples swaying. Me in my dirty football uniform while my girl is stunning in her beautiful dress.
“I missed it, huh?” I say to Willow when I’m close enough that she can hear me.
She nods, her smile turning tremulous, her eyes shiny. She better not cry. I feel like I’m gonna die whenever she sheds tears, not that she does it often. “Did you win?”
“Yeah, baby, of course we did.” Unable to resist, I sweep her into my arms and off her feet, making her squeal as I swing her around. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the ceremony.”
“Don’t apologize. You had a game to play and besides, we were together for the most important ceremony out on the field.” She kisses my cheek and I feel that innocent touch of her lips on my skin all the way to my bones. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I can’t stop looking at you.” I set her on her feet and take a step back, admiring her. Willow is too beautiful for words, I swear. I get overwhelmed when I look at her and end up feeling like a chump who can’t speak. “That dress.”
It hugs all of her curves. She’s the sexiest woman I know. And she’s all mine.
“The way you look at me makes me feel beautiful,” she whispers, grabbing my hand and rising up to press a kiss to my cheek.
I can feel the lipstick staining my skin, and she examines it, making like she’s going to wipe it away when I take a step backward, dodging her. “Keep it there.”
“But I left a lipstick print on your face.” She frowns. “You can’t walk around like that.”
“I sure as hell can.” I wave a hand at her. “Take a picture. I left my phone in the locker room.”
Like some sort of miracle, her dress has pockets and she pulls her phone out, standing next to me and taking a few selfies of the two of us together before she shows them to me. “Aw, we look cute.”
I admire the photo of the two of us, me looking like a lovesick dope with Willow’s lipstick print on my cheek, her smiling into the camera. We’re fucking happy is what we look like. “Yeah, we do.”
“Should we dance?”
“You don’t wanna dance with me like this. I’m still in my pads.” I’ve got all the equipment on. So does Brooks. We look ridiculous but man we booked it to get here. Coach didn’t even care that we ran out before he could give the team speech.
“That doesn’t bother me. Dance with me, Rhett.”
Without hesitation I pull her into my arms and we join the rest of the crowd on the dance floor, shuffling to the music. I spot Brooks dancing with Iris as well, the two of us rolling our eyes at each other, but he looks happy too.
It’s been a good night. A good week, celebrating homecoming. I have zero complaints. I don’t know how I got so lucky to win homecoming king, the girl of my dreams and the game, but here I am, living my best fucking life.
Willow’s arms are slung around my middle, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my uniform pants.
“Hey, watcha doing?” I ask, hoping like hell she’s not going to feel me up out here. Iris’s dad is watching the dance floor like a hawk. I know he’s paying more attention to his daughter and Brooks but still. That guy scares the shit out of me.
“What is this?” She tugs on something. A piece of cardstock, and I realize a second too late that she’s discovered my good luck charm. “Why do you have a piece of paper stuck in your pants?”
“Uhhh.” I don’t know what to say or how to explain it without looking like a stalker. I mean, I know I’m her boyfriend and it’s okay to keep something for myself that originally belonged to her, but she might find this a little weird.
She unfolds the worn and creased paper, frowning before she holds it out to me. “Wait a minute. This is mine, isn’t it?”
I nod, wincing. “Maybe?”
“Maybe?” She stares at the lipstick prints on the paper, then glances up at me. “Is this from the lip print reader? The fortune teller lady?”
“Yeah.”
“And you kept it?”
“You left it on the table so I figured it was fair game. I took it before it got thrown away.”
“You’ve kept it all this time?”
“It wasn’t that long ago.” I shrug. Almost a couple of months. “I like to have it with me during games.”
