Saved By Love (Bellevue Bullies 7)

“Hell, he wouldn’t have to advise me out of my panties,” Lana Demile, another junior, says, continuing the joke. “Good lord, why can’t we have hot RAs?”

Miley Adams, who is a freshman, laughs. “Um, our RA is yum.”

We all snort. “Yes, but she’s missing a penis,” Shantae supplies, and Miley grins.

“Just the way I like ’em!”

I giggle along with my teammates as my eyes are brought back to where Evan is running around the cul-de-sac we live on. We share it with the girls’ swimming team, tennis team, and hockey team. Our house is the prettiest, in my opinion, but all the houses are very Southern-looking. We all watch as the boys start back toward us, and once more, I love my little porch.

“How do Cam and Cal keep getting this room with hockey players running by the porch?” Shantae asks as the boys continue to run by.

“Cal’s dad is a hockey player,” Miley says, and Cameron nods.

“And my dad made a huge donation to the program,” she adds.

“So did mine, and I’m upstairs with no hot guys!” Shantae complains. “Only Molly, the RA. I want my RA to look like that!”

“I’m sure Molly has shorts that short,” Lana says simply, and I’m trying to ignore them as my gaze falls on Evan once more. I wish I could knock off his hat, look into those beautiful eyes of his, but I know that may be frowned upon.

Before I can, though, Cameron says, “But poor, sweet Molly sure as hell doesn’t have a thick piece of man meat in her shorts like that.”

Instantly, my eyes fall to where I’m sure it is even more frowned upon to be looking, but I can’t help it. No one can, and we all dissolve into laughter, giggles, and snorts. I bring my gaze up just in time to see that he is grinning, and everything inside me is set on fire.

“Mine!” I call out, and everyone groans.

“Not fair!” Cam says.

“I saw him first.”

“Because of the position of your room!” Shantae says. “That’s bullshit.”

“Oh well,” I say, shrugging. “I called him.”

Everyone grumbles as I grin widely. We watch as he disappears with the team, and I wonder when I’ll see him next.

Because when I do, I’m taking my shot.

Hopefully, he isn’t like Nico and doesn’t block it.

Ha. Look at me and my hockey references.