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Anyways, I'd like to thank all of you who are still reading this story, and I hope you'll like this chapter.

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Vaughn's eyes meet mine as he scans the bleachers, perhaps because we're sitting quite close to the field. I smile, waving my hand to him. I really hope that they'll win this game, so I won't have to feel guilty for consuming most of his time.

"Oh my Gosh," Stacey gasps beside me. "He's a hottie. Is that Vaughn?"

I nod, biting my lip. "Yup."

"Well, I've actually heard about him before," Stacey says. "He and Jake are really popular, like, if you're into college football, they shine so bright and make every girl swoon. But I didn't expect he would look that good. I mean, look at his body," she tattles.

I don't know why, but I feel a bit irritated from knowing that she's checking his body out. Easy, girl.

Oh, crap. Am I jealous? What are you thinking, Melanie? Stupid brain.

No. Stupid heart.

Luckily, the game starts with a kickoff, shifting my attention back to reality before I can keep blaming myself. I've heard that the opponent's team from the neighbouring university is tough, but hopefully, Vaughn will lead his team to victory.

The ball is passed to one of the player in our opponent's offense team who then tries to advance to our defense side. From that, things get pretty intense quickly. Each team tries to advance the ball, get a first down or try to stop the opponent from taking the ball away.

I gasp as one player snaps the ball and Vaughn continues from there, taking a quick decision to run with it. He carries the ball and crosses the opponent's team end zone, earning a touchdown, making the crowds roar.

My heart thumps when he looks at me after that.

No. No. No. You can't look at me like that after you conquer a touchdown, Vaughn. That will be too much for me to hold.

Thank God I'm sitting, because my legs would have given out had I stood.

I continue watching as each team tries their best again to attempt a goal. Passing the ball, retaining the ball, running, punting the ball and so on. One time, Vaughn passes the ball to trick the opponent's defense team, which then successfully leads to another goal.

I hold my breath as Vaughn advances the ball again, gaining control of the ball before earning another victory.

"Touchdown!"

Another one, and the crowd cheers.

Vaughn looks at me again, and I swear that my heart almost stops. Only then he looks away when his teammates run to him, crashing him, roaring their victory.

Okay. This isn't just me imagining things. Something is really wrong here.

What the hell is going on?

It seems that Stacey notices the same thing too, because she starts giggling, elbowing my side.

The sky has turned dark when the game finally ends with our university team as the champion. The crowds can't be happier, and we all stand up to applaud. Some of us even jump in excitement.

To my surprise, and I'm sure everyone else's too, Vaughn takes off his helmet and runs in my direction. Gaps and murmurs echo around us as he climbs up to the bleacher.

"Oh -- my -- God." There Stacey goes again.

I know, Stacey. I know. Will you just shut up? You don't have to remind me.

"Melanie." Vaughn pants, catching his breath. That's understandable. He just finished a very good game.

If only he knows that I'm also out of breath. The difference is that I wasn't involved in any physical activities. This is ridiculous.

I want to ask him what on earth he's doing right now, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out from it.

"Wait for me," he orders. "I'll drive you home."

Oh. Right. Can he just chill down? He doesn't have to attract the whole audiences' attention just to say that to me.

But then again, what happened yesterday seems like a good reason to be worried. There is no way that he'll let me go home alone again tonight. I came here with his car, anyway.

"Okay," I answer, and with that, he turns on his heels to finish whatever business he has with the coach, as well as in the locker room.

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It is silly that after I invite him back into the house, we end up between a pile of my assignment books.

I didn't plan this.

Simple things.

1. He drove me back home.
2. I asked him to come in and offered him drinks.

3. He asked me about my day.
4. I told him about my classes and studies.
5. He listened, asking more questions.
6. I ended up opening my assignments, since he offered to teach me.

Or is it the fact that I don't mind to spend more time with him?

I do want to spend more time with him. Now, I realize that.

Does he feel the same thing?

At this moment, he's teaching me about oil monetisation strategy. Everything is fine until I find it difficult to focus on the subject. He's leaning next to me. I can feel his breath close to my ear. I can smell his cologne -- earthy scent like sandalwood, so masculine. I breathe, savouring it like a heroin.

"You might cause people to misunderstand what's going through your mind if they saw you like this, Melanie." Vaughn's voice makes me snap out of my zone. I snap my eyes open, only to find him watching me with a smirk on his face. "What were you thinking when you held your breath while closing your eyes and biting your lip like that?"

Sudden heat gushes to my face, and I find myself extremely flushed from embarrassment. I tear my eyes away from him.

"Don't pretend like you don't feel anything," he states, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine.

"What do you mean?" I stutter, hoping that he'll spare me from this torture.

"You know damn well what I mean."

I hate this side of Vaughn. I really do. It's when he becomes such a tease.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on, I have all of these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?"

"It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous.

Oh, no. I just chose the wrong words.

Bad, bad Vaughn.

I feel my heart beating so fast inside my chest, blood rushing to every vein in my body. "Like what?" Yet, I ask the question. I'm surprised at how soft and feminine my voice sounds. How alluring it is. I've never spoken like that before, and I have no idea why I suddenly could.

It's like he has just awakened a part of me I never knew existed.

I can feel that Vaughn tenses from hearing my respond. Gathering the courage, I brace myself to face him again. The smirk on his face is gone. But his eyes are piercing, suddenly filled with desire I never knew he could have.

It's like I'm giving him the permission to do whatever he's thinking in his mind now. The green light.

Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into?

"Like this," he whispers, touching my chin with two fingers, and I have no choice but to look at him straight in the eyes. Those intense amber eyes.

And before I can even think of changing my mind, he locks his lips with mine.