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sucks!” I was pissed now. I was a decent athlete and not being able to hit the damn ball was a blow to my ego. “Okay, hotshot, come with me,” I said, leaning the bat against the backstop then walking toward the track.
    Jag came jogging up behind me. “Gonna teach me to hurdle, huh?” He snorted.
    “Yep. It’s not as easy as it looks.” I gave him a dirty look out of the side of my eye.
    When we got to the track, I made him stretch with me so we wouldn’t pull any muscles then I said, “Jog a lap with me.”
    “Sure thing, Coach,” he said with another chuckle which got him another dirty look.
    He kept up easily with me and when we got back to where we’d started, I took him into the hurdle lanes. “Okay, let’s race.”
    “El, do you really think this is fair?”
    Well, that was nice of him. He thought that since I ran the hurdles I’d probably beat him. “Oh, I think you’ll be able to keep up with me a little.” I was in a standing hamstring stretch, my legs crossed at the ankles as I bent at my waist, hanging my hands down to touch my toes. His burst of laughter made me look up at him from the side. “What?”
    “You think I’ll have a hard time keeping up with you ?” he asked with a sneer.
    I slowly stood back up to glare at him. Was he serious? “Oh, it’s on, Jensen.”
    “Show me the way, Love,” he said with a snicker.
    I put him in a lane at the starting line then took my lane two places over. “Okay, when I say ‘Go!’ take off,” I said. “If you think you can keep up.” I gave him a smirk of my own. I’d just won the last two track meets in the 100-meter hurdles, so I was pretty sure I had this in the bag, because even if he was faster, I’d still win with technique. “Ready?” He nodded back with that smug grin. Jerk. I got in my stance as if I had a starting block. “On your mark… get set… go!” I shouted and took off.
    Now, when I raced, I was focused and in the zone. All I saw was ten hurdles in front of me until I got to the finish line. But this time, I was hyperaware of Jag, and as I reached the seventh hurdle, I sensed that I was alone. As in seriously alone. No other sound but my own breathing alone. I stopped before the eighth hurdle and turned around to see him sprawled out on the track between the fourth and fifth hurdles.
    “Jag!” I ran back to check if he was okay. When I got to him, he was face down on the track and cussing up a storm. “You okay?” I asked, biting on my lips so I wouldn’t laugh at him.
    “Fuck!” he yelled as he turned over.
    Oh, this was too funny. “Do I, uh, need to call nine-waah-waah? Do you need a waahmbulance?” I snorted, looking down at him.
    He glared at me from where he lay then knifed up quickly and grabbed my hand pulling me down on top of him.
    “Hey!” I shrieked with a laugh.
    And it was at that time that he grabbed my face firmly in his hands, pulling my face to his and soundly pressing his lips to mine.
    Remember the Beauty and the Beast sparkles and fireworks? Yep. Totally happened. It was amazing.
    He pulled back from me with a heated look, his eyes going all dark navy on me, then he smiled, probably at the stunned look on my face, before turning us over to where he was on top of me then he came back in to dazzle me again. His lips were so soft yet demanding on mine and the kiss was so heated and making me so damned hot that I knew I was probably melting the rubber track beneath me. Dear God it felt wonderful. My hands went up to knot in his dark hair as I pulled him closer, not able to get enough of him.
    I’d never been kissed before, well, unless you counted our first kiss when I was five and he was seven, but did that stop me? Hell no. I wanted, no, needed this contact with him, and boy, did I go for broke. This time his tongue edged out and softly touched my bottom lip, and when I opened my mouth in a gasp, he slid it inside, finding my own, to tangle lightly with it. Wow.
    Best. First. Kiss.