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Page 85 of Knot My Only Fan

“Was I—”

“Fuck, sunshine, yes.” He kisses me deeply. “You were perfect.”

Chapter 54

Izzy

“They want to have the wedding at your parents’ after all?”

I glance at Victoria as I take out my notebook. Technically, class should have started already, but our professor is still fussing with the projector. This class on Greek mythology is as much a chance to spend time with her as it is an easy way to earn credits.

“Yeah. It’s what they were going to do originally.”

“Does that make it easier for you? Or harder?”

“A bit of both.” I fish around in my bag for a pen. My fingers brush against a crumpled bit of paper. The flyer. I sigh, pulling it out—along with a highlighter, but not a pen. “Venues that do a lot of weddings usually have set ways that they do things, so it makes certain parts of planning easier. With this, we’re creating a venue ourselves. I have a bunch of tent companies to talk to later. Once that ball is rolling, I’ll apply for permits, all that boring but necessary stuff.”

Nik hasn’t pushed me about the volleyball thing, but it’s definitely been on my mind the past few days. When I finally could think about anything other than the way he fucked me after his last game, that is. I adjust in my chair, ducking my head until I get my blush under control. What we did was intense. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his hand on my throat. He made sure, after, that he hadn’t gone too far, but I loved every moment. I practically cried when I had to take the jersey off for our aftercare shower. If I could, I’d wear his marks all the time.

“What’s this?” Victoria asks.

I look up. She has the flyer in her hands.

“Nothing,” I say, reaching for it.

“This looks really cool, Iz.”

I snatch it away and stuff it into my bag. “It’s just some stupid thing Nik showed me.”

“It doesn’t look stupid.” She leans back in her chair, tapping her pen against the edge of the table. “Are you doing it?”

I shrug as I glance at the professor. He’s still fiddling with the projector.

“I’m busy. The tent companies aren’t going to call themselves.”

“I’ll go with you. It’s tomorrow? I’ll bet Ellie and Shona would come, too.”

“Wait, really?”

“Of course. Where is it, just at Moorbridge High? That’s like ten minutes away.”

“Ugh, I don’t know.”

“Are you scared of a bunch of high schoolers? Don’t tell me you’re too busy.”

“I am busy,” I grumble, but without any bite in my voice. “You’d really come?”

“Ladies,” the professor says, like he isn’t the one starting class fifteen minutes late. “If you’d join us, please.”

Victoria and I turn to the front of the room. I open my notebook to a fresh page and write the date across the top. When the professor dims the lights and starts the lecture, she leans over.

“I think it’d be fun. Like that summer camp we taught together, remember?”

“Those kids were in elementary school. It was barely volleyball.”

She smirks. “You’re totally scared of the high schoolers.”

“No way.”


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