" Ava?” “Yeah?” she murmurs, her mouth pressed to my neck. I pull her closer. “Promise not to tell anyone about the whole sleeping with a basketball thing?” She laughs but doesn’t pull away. Her lips skim along my jaw, stop just below my ear. “But then the whole flashing my boobs to the AV guys so they’d broadcast it at the next game would be for nothing.” I grunt when she bites down on my earlobe and bring my hand higher up her leg. “Don’t fucking joke.” Then I pull away, capture her mouth with mine, kissing her with a possessiveness I didn’t know was in me. She giggles into my mouth. “I’m not playing, Ava.” She just laughs harder. "
― Jay McLean , Heartache and Hope (Heartache Duet, #1)