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I was out on the field, I'd barely noticed how cold I was, but now, my skin felt dry and frozen.
    “Wow, you really are cold.” Drake put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. We slumped down deeper in the seat and put our knees up on the back of the seat in front of us.
    “I felt fine on the field, but now that I'm sitting still, I'm freezing.”
    The bus started up and a few more players made their way onto the bus. Drake leaned over and kissed my neck.
    “You looked amazing out there tonight,” he whispered. “I could hardly take my eyes off you.”
    I didn't know how to respond to that. “You did great, too.”
    He leaned in and covered my mouth with a soft kiss. His lips were so warm and soft. I melted into him, but when his hand slip up my thigh, I jerked away.
    “What's wrong?”
    “I'm sorry,” I said. “I didn't mean to pull away. It's just... I don't know about taking this relationship to the next level on the back of a bus filled with stinky football players.”
    He laughed and kissed my cheek. “We all took showers.”
    I rolled my eyes. “That's not what I mean.”
    “I know. And it's fine. We don't have to do anything, but I hope you'll share that blanket. I don't want to catch a cold.”
    “Haha,” I said. “Very funny.”
    We settled back down as the bus pulled out of the parking lot. Up front, someone turned on some music. A couple of the guys cheered for some girl who was dancing in the aisles. I sighed and settled back into the seat.
    Drake and I had never really talked about past relationships, but I doubted he was a virgin. He was almost eighteen and one of the most popular guys in school. Plus, I knew he'd had a few serious girlfriends. That right there already put him way ahead of me in the experience department. I didn't want to disappoint him, but at the same time, I didn't want to move too fast and do anything I'd regret.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “You looked like you were contemplating the theory of evolution or something.”
    I forced a smile. “I was thinking about you.”
    “Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows.
    “Yep. I was thinking about how awesome you looked on that field tonight.” It was always easy to get Drake to talk about himself.
    “It was a great game, wasn't it? I really think we've got a shot at getting to the championships this year. My dad's been talking to a couple of recruiters.”
    “College recruiters? From where?” I hadn't thought about the fact that Drake would be headed to college next year.
    “University of Georgia for one. Maybe Auburn. Florida State.”
    “Wow, those are some really good schools.”
    “The pressure's really going to be on. It's not like my family needs me to get a scholarship or anything, but I'd love the chance to play college ball.”
    It occurred to me how little I really knew about Drake. The one time I'd met his parents, they seemed flat and boring. His mother seemed kind of like a perfect little Stepford wife who always wore just the right outfit and said just the right thing.
    He pulled me closer. “I'm thinking UGA is starting to look real good.”
    “Why is that?” I asked.
    “Because it will put me closer to you next year,” he said.
    I squirmed uncomfortably. “That's still kind of far off to be thinking about, isn't it?”
    “My mom was actually the one who suggested I think about UGA so we could stay together.” His hand ran up my thigh again and he kissed my cheek.
    “Wait, your mother?” I pulled away. “Why would your mom even care?”
    Drake sighed. “Because she knows how much I like you. She wants to make sure I make the right choices. Besides, her and my dad met when they were in High School.” He shrugged.
    Was he comparing us to his parents? I shook my head and looked out the window. Things were definitely moving too fast.
    He turned my face toward his. I held my breath as he stared at me, then brought his lips to mine. The kiss started slowly. I was hesitant.