21. Hannah

TWENTY-ONE

HANNAH

Reaching up, I flip off the little lamp I have clipped to the bedframe.

Darkness falls inside my dorm room, and I'm more thankful than ever that I have a single room. I couldn't deal with a roommate right now. Not feeling like this.

It's been hours since the game ended, and even though I'm exhausted, I'm thrumming. The energy of the crowd was just so much.

I place my palm over my heart as I settle onto my back.

My thoughts go to Maddox. They've been on him since, well, basically, since I first laid eyes on him. And definitely since he held me yesterday.

His body felt so solid against mine. He felt so sturdy. Like nothing could hurt me— nothing could even touch me— with him there.

I close my eyes. The darkness changes to images of him.

That strong jaw covered in stubble that would scratch the corners of my mouth if he ever kissed me.

The short hair covering his head that I want to run my fingers through.

Those big hands that I want to touch me. That I want everywhere.

The hand over my heart slides down… And under my palm, my nipple is already hard.

I think about the way Maddox looks into my eyes like he can see all of me.

My fingers squeeze around my breast.

I think about his arms wrapped around my waist.

My other hand slides across my belly toward the top of my sleep pants.

I think about the hardness pressing into my stomach when he lowered me.

My fingers move into my panties.

I think about what it might be like to be in bed with Maddox Lovelace.