CHAPTER 15
MAY THE BEST MAN WINS
SANTIAGO
The first thought in my head when I woke up should have been basketball or practice, or the test I had tomorrow. But it wasn't. It was Callie.
Her mouth, her breath against mine, the way she trembled when I had her pinned to her dorm wall like she was wired directly into my bloodstream, he way she let out heavy breaths anytime I ran my fingers along her folds or the way she bit back her moan anytime I hit the right spot.
It was pathetic how often I replayed it, pathetic, and addictive as hell. Callie Manson is beginning to become a drug I've injected myself with.
I dragged myself out of bed, ran a hand over my face, and muttered,
“Get it together, Dela-cruz!” But I couldn’t get it together. Not when she was the one thing that finally made
