Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) by Claire Adams Page B
Authors: Claire Adams
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eating pizza and drinking beer. Every time someone
congratulated Devon, he directed their praise at me, telling whoever would
listen that he would never have been able
to pull it off without me. I didn’t know if that was strictly true; he was an
incredibly smart guy. But I knew that we had both worked hard to get him ready
for the test, so I was pleased to take the small amount of credit I was
entitled to in helping him, and pleased beyond measure that the major source of
stress in my life was over and done with. Devon had proved himself; he would be
re-enrolled in his classes without losing any of his standings , and he could move on with his life.
We stayed up late, laughing and talking, and by the
time we went up to Devon’s room at the end of the night I felt uncomfortably
full from all the pizza and beer. My cheeks ached from smiling so much, and I
was completely and utterly exhausted. It had been such a good night that in
spite of how tired I was and in spite of how bloated I felt, I was more than
happy to extend it in Devon’s arms, fooling around and making love until
neither of us could possibly move anymore .
“You are so amazing, Jenny,” Devon murmured in my ear as we cuddled together,
too exhausted to get up and turn off the light but not yet able to fall asleep.
“You, too,” I told him, my cheek pressed against his chest, my arms and legs draped over
him. I was so comfortable in Devon’s bed and in his arms; it was strange to
think that I had ever doubted him, that I had ever even thought that he was
anything other than perfect for me. Devon was exactly what I wanted in a
boyfriend, and I was so glad that I had listened to my heart, that I had let
what Kelly had called my naivety guide me to give Devon a chance. I hadn’t
thought about Kelly in days; soon I would need to start working on moving out
of the dorm room we shared. That was an issue for another day, I decided
firmly, shifting closer to Devon in the
bed. As long as I had him in my life, anything seemed to be possible. I couldn’t
even imagine a life without him anymore, and we’d only been together a few
weeks. It was so perfect I almost didn’t want to breathe. As I fell asleep in
Devon’s arms, the only thing that I could hope for was for Devon to live up to
the hype and win the next game—the championship.
Chapter
Nine
With the test behind him, Devon’s focus turned once
more to basketball. While he didn’t neglect his classes altogether—which made
me glad—he definitely needed to work hard in order to be ready for the
championship game. In spite of the fact that Devon was the best player on the
team, and he had been doing what he could to keep himself in peak physical
shape—apart from the binge on pizza to celebrate passing the ACT—he hadn’t been
able to practice with the team, and the team’s play had shifted in his absence.
So whenever I wasn’t in class, it seemed, I was going
to one of Devon’s practices, watching him get back into the rhythm and flow of
playing with the other members of his team. Everyone was excited that Devon
would be back on the team in time for the ultimate game of the season; the team
was more than happy to have him back, and everyone who followed the school’s
basketball program was relieved. Even if we had won the game that he’d had to
sit out, it had been a close thing—and the championship would be an even bigger
challenge than the previous game had been.
Devon and I still studied together every night in his
bedroom, because he told me that he wasn’t about to throw away the good habits
he had already acquired from me; but we weren’t grinding down to get him to
pass one single test—we were busy catching him up on what he had missed. The
class that we were in together was the easiest; I had been giving him the
assignments the whole time that he was away. But the other classes he had to
hurry to catch up, in order to be ready for the finals in a few weeks.
In addition to
congratulated Devon, he directed their praise at me, telling whoever would
listen that he would never have been able
to pull it off without me. I didn’t know if that was strictly true; he was an
incredibly smart guy. But I knew that we had both worked hard to get him ready
for the test, so I was pleased to take the small amount of credit I was
entitled to in helping him, and pleased beyond measure that the major source of
stress in my life was over and done with. Devon had proved himself; he would be
re-enrolled in his classes without losing any of his standings , and he could move on with his life.
We stayed up late, laughing and talking, and by the
time we went up to Devon’s room at the end of the night I felt uncomfortably
full from all the pizza and beer. My cheeks ached from smiling so much, and I
was completely and utterly exhausted. It had been such a good night that in
spite of how tired I was and in spite of how bloated I felt, I was more than
happy to extend it in Devon’s arms, fooling around and making love until
neither of us could possibly move anymore .
“You are so amazing, Jenny,” Devon murmured in my ear as we cuddled together,
too exhausted to get up and turn off the light but not yet able to fall asleep.
“You, too,” I told him, my cheek pressed against his chest, my arms and legs draped over
him. I was so comfortable in Devon’s bed and in his arms; it was strange to
think that I had ever doubted him, that I had ever even thought that he was
anything other than perfect for me. Devon was exactly what I wanted in a
boyfriend, and I was so glad that I had listened to my heart, that I had let
what Kelly had called my naivety guide me to give Devon a chance. I hadn’t
thought about Kelly in days; soon I would need to start working on moving out
of the dorm room we shared. That was an issue for another day, I decided
firmly, shifting closer to Devon in the
bed. As long as I had him in my life, anything seemed to be possible. I couldn’t
even imagine a life without him anymore, and we’d only been together a few
weeks. It was so perfect I almost didn’t want to breathe. As I fell asleep in
Devon’s arms, the only thing that I could hope for was for Devon to live up to
the hype and win the next game—the championship.
Chapter
Nine
With the test behind him, Devon’s focus turned once
more to basketball. While he didn’t neglect his classes altogether—which made
me glad—he definitely needed to work hard in order to be ready for the
championship game. In spite of the fact that Devon was the best player on the
team, and he had been doing what he could to keep himself in peak physical
shape—apart from the binge on pizza to celebrate passing the ACT—he hadn’t been
able to practice with the team, and the team’s play had shifted in his absence.
So whenever I wasn’t in class, it seemed, I was going
to one of Devon’s practices, watching him get back into the rhythm and flow of
playing with the other members of his team. Everyone was excited that Devon
would be back on the team in time for the ultimate game of the season; the team
was more than happy to have him back, and everyone who followed the school’s
basketball program was relieved. Even if we had won the game that he’d had to
sit out, it had been a close thing—and the championship would be an even bigger
challenge than the previous game had been.
Devon and I still studied together every night in his
bedroom, because he told me that he wasn’t about to throw away the good habits
he had already acquired from me; but we weren’t grinding down to get him to
pass one single test—we were busy catching him up on what he had missed. The
class that we were in together was the easiest; I had been giving him the
assignments the whole time that he was away. But the other classes he had to
hurry to catch up, in order to be ready for the finals in a few weeks.
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