After a whirlwind of a week, I'm finally able to catch up on my studying. I haven't had time for it lately with Cam completely distracting me in all the right ways, but thankfully I found time to escape to the library after school, three textbooks sprawled out in front of me.

It's been harder than I imagined it would be trying to keep this thing with Cameron behind closed doors. I pass him in the hallway and he'll gently brush against my hand, or I'll see him flicker his eyes briefly to mine, that flirtatious grin spread across those beautiful lips.

It takes everything I have not to talk to him. The past few days I've gone over to his house after school, and after we finally had sex it's like we can't seem to stop. My body is so sore, but it's completely worth it.

I lose my train of thought again as images of Cam's face going down on me sink into my head, and I let out an irritated sigh. The PSAT's are two weeks from now, and I haven't studied at all. It's so unlike me. If I don't get a good score I know I'll have a panic attack. This is going to reflect how I actually will do on the SAT's, and if I bomb that then I'll never get into GCU.

Okay. I tell myself and straighten my shoulders. Focus.

I jump into English first, studying synonyms for about twenty minutes before I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Before I'm able to look up, Cam sinks down into the chair next to me, and my head gets all fuzzy. All of the synonyms are out of my head now, and all I can think about is him.

He had to dress up since it's game day for them tonight, a dress shirt and tie looking as good as ever on him. This is the most important game he will probably ever have. I know he's nervous. There's a lot of pressure riding on him.

He doesn't seem to be nervous though. Instead he grabs onto my chin with two fingers and leans over to kiss me.

"Cam." I quickly pull back and glance around, but it's after school and nobody is here. I'm surprised he's even here.

"Figured I'd find you here." He smirks that grin that gets me wet just at the sight of it and looks at the textbooks surrounding me. "You're going to do great on this test, Mads. You're smart as hell."

"Thank you." I say and rest my head on my hand to look at him. "What are you doing here so late anyways?"

His fingertips go on my knee, and I bite hard onto my lip when he begins to gently rub circles on it.

"A little birdie told me you'd be studying after school today." He replies.

Ethan.

"And you wanted to watch because...?"

He shrugs and picks up one of my textbooks. "I've got nothing better to do before the game, and I've been thinking about you all day today. I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?"

I shake my head. "No." I tell him. "It's not. I actually like the company. I've been thinking about you today too."

It's all I ever seen to think about lately.

"Oh." I suddenly remember something, and I slightly pull my sweatshirt up so that he can see the jersey of his underneath. I made sure to wear it today just for him.

"You wore it." He chuckles and pulls me in to kiss him again, lingering there for longer than he probably should in a library. "Are you coming tonight?"

"You'd think I'd miss the biggest game of the year?" I arch a brow up.

"Yes." He nods, and it makes me laugh. "You hate football, Mads."

I shrug. "Fair enough. But that was before you and I started-" I pause as I try to think of how to describe what the hell this is. We haven't made it official, so i don't want to speak out of turn.

He doesn't finish the sentence for me, instead he tugs me onto his lap, his arms coming around my waist. I'm praying that nobody is in here, but I also seem to care less and less if someone sees.

"I appreciate you coming." He says, his tone serious. "I like having you there. It makes me play better."

"Oh yeah?" I grin down at him and run my fingers through those curls. "Am I your good luck charm?"

He nods, his lips pressing against mine for the third time. It's like he can't get enough of me either, and I know we're in a library, but he's just so good at this. He's good at everything he does.

His hands run down my back as the kiss grows slightly more intense, and as soon as his tongue entwines with mine I can feel my heartbeat accelerate.

He pushes his hands underneath my sweatshirt and grabs onto the fabric of his jersey on me. "I wish you didn't have to hide this." He finds himself saying. "I want to see my number on you out on the field."

I want to tell him that I do too, but his hands are distracting on the skin of my stomach, making me lose all sense of clarity.

"But..." he trails off, and his voice goes deeper, letting me know he's about to say something that will probably make me weak at the knees. "I'll see you later tonight though, and I'll get to see you in just my jersey. Nothing else."

"You sure?" I tease. "I don't know. I might have more studying to do."

"Oh, you'll be studying all right." He chuckles. "Have you forgotten that I'm your tutor in the subject you recently picked up?"

My cheeks grow red, and I feel his hard on become evident beneath me. We need to stop, but I don't want to.

"How could I forget?" My focus drops down to his lips, and I see his eyes turn that dark shade of green, letting me know I'm the only girl on his mind. "You make that quite impossible for me."

"Then I'm doing my job correctly." He says lowly, and before it gets too heated between us he lets out a sigh and releases me from his lap. We've never been affectionate outside of school, and honestly it feels nice. I find myself wanting to get back into his lap, but instead I reopen my textbook and watch him rise up from his chair.

"Now I have to have blue balls for this game." He shakes his head jokingly and starts to back away, that damn grin driving me wild. "See what you started?"

"I didn't start anything." I tease back. "That was all you."

He throws his hands up, and before he's out the door he lets out a laugh. "I don't suppose you'll stop studying and come to my car with me then to finish my intentions? I've got about an hour."

Tapping my pencil on my notebook, I can't wipe the smile off my face. I should be studying, but he's making it so damn hard. Plus, I should relax him before his game, right? He needs to play his best. I don't want to mess anything up for him.

I also know that I'll never get anymore studying done today after this conversation. I'll head out to his car eventually, so why waste precious time?

Shaking my head in defeat, I begin to pack the textbooks into my bag and roll my eyes at him. "As you wish."

He has that grin plastered onto his face, the grin that knows he just won, and he helps me put the last textbook into my bag, slinging it over his shoulder for him to carry.

"Tonight's going to be a good one." He says. "I can feel it."

"I have a good feeling too." I admit and push open the library doors. "You're going to play great tonight, Cam. You've been training like crazy, eating the healthiest you can, and-"

"And I'll have my girlfriend there." He finishes for me.

I stop walking, my body immediately freezing as the sentence leaves his lips. He looks nervous as he stares down at me, trying to figure out my reaction.

There's no way in hell he just said girlfriend.

"Uh..." he trails off and scratches the back of his head as I continue to remain silent. "This is probably the part where you say yes or no?"

"You think I'd say no?" I blurt out, and again, that same damn smile falls onto his face.

He said it so nonchalantly, like he didn't just ask me one of the biggest questions. It rolled off his tongue so easily, so normally that I find myself getting completely giddy. It means he's thought about it for awhile now. I know him well enough.

"I love when you're happy." He laughs as he sees the expression on my face, and I can't help but to stand on my tip toes to kiss him. "I love you, Mads." He whispers when he pulls away. "But you never answered me. Is that a yes?"

I immediately nod my head, erupting into giggles when he starts to kiss down my neck. "Cam!" I pant, trying to escape out of his grasp, but it's no use. He holds me firmly against him, running his hands down to give my ass a gentle squeeze.

He finally releases me, and he pushes the door open to the parking lot with his back so he can continue to look at me.

"And lesson fifteen..." he trails off, a devilish smile toying at his lips. "Car sex with your boyfriend."