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Chapter Twelve - Neveah

The sweat from my hairline skimmed down my face, dripping from my chin before landing on the concrete floor of the gym. The Texas summer started to rear its horns, but it would only get worse.

Counting the beads of sweat that dripped from my chin had been my distraction from Dec—Rage. Rage. What kind of person is named Rage?

My body hummed at the thought of the night before. His rough callouses pressed against my most personal place, his fingers bringing me to the highest of highs. And yet, he still backed away. I knew he felt that connection when his mouth met mine.

Warmth cloaked my cheeks, but I swallowed the shame. No one watched me in the corner of the gym, scrubbing the floors like Cinderella. Dad hadn’t asked me to do it. I just needed something to take my mind off of him. It didn’t work.

Rage spent the morning laying gravel in the parking lot before jumping right into practice with the other boys. Dad talked for an hour about an upcoming me

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