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Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Sunday

Clarks POV

Christie was sitting on my bed, as i packed my bag for football camp. I leave tomorrow morning at six in the morning. I folded my compression shirts and shorts, cleats, gloves, wraps, towels and everything else off the packing list, in my football duffel.

"Don't forget to drink water, and don't stay in the sun for to long" Christie worried as i continued to pack things away. I looked up at her and smiled at her concern.

"I won't forget, they are pretty good to remind us to drink water."

"And don't get hit to hard, oh my God what if you get hurt!"

I sighed as i stood up and sat next to Christie on my bed, and made her face me.

"I will be okay, i know what to do. And besides, i have to make it back to you in one piece right?" I cut her off before she could reply, placing my lips on hers.

I understood her concern for me, and i loved that she worried about me. But i would be fine, its her i am worried about. I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, "If you keep worrying then i will worry and then i can't focus."

She nodded then kissed my check, before i got off the bed and continued packing. I think i have everything but i feel like i am missing a couple things. I looked around me trying to see if there was something hidden, when i saw a sly smirk on Christies mouth. Oh that women.

"Hey Christie, do you happen to know what i am missing" I smirked back as i slowly stood up and walked to her.

"Why do you assume i would know"

"I don't know, i have a hunch" I put my fists on either side of her body and leaned in close to her face, she gulped showing her nerves, causing an even bigger smirk to form.

"I may have an idea" she slyly smiled at me as she un zipped her jacket.

I stood up in confusion, when she took of her jacket, i felt my dick harden.

She was wearing my see through practice jersey, and nothing on underneath. I closed my eyes, as i clenched and unclenched my fists.

"I may have your practice jersey and your athletic shorts" i opened my eyes to see her pulling my red athletic shorts out from under my pillow, while she bit her lip. "I always loved it when you wore these"

Holy Shit. What am i supposed to do with this impossible women.

"Clark, if you want them, then come and get them" She provoked me.

"Fuck this" i whispered as i got on the bed, with my knees on both sides of her, avoiding her injuries. I grabbed her chin and brought it centimeters to mine. "You are so gonna get it, when i come home and you are cleared for sex"

"Prove it" she rasped as she tilted her head slightly to the side, i moved even closer where our breaths mixed, "oh I will." I moved her head and claimed her lips.

She is going to be the death of me, but i can't resist her, especially when she's only wearing my jersey, shit, if she was cleared for sex she wouldn't be able to walk the whole week i am gone. I poured my desire into the kiss, and i knew she felt it, by the way she leaned up and pulled on my hair and moaned.

"if you want your jersey back, all you have to do is ask" she ran her mouth along my neck and placed soft and slow kisses as she went. "or, i could just give it to you" even with her injuries she was able to pull my jersey up and over her head, exposing her breasts to me.