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Stubble or what?” Eyes still closed he chuckled. “I’m not shaving until our parents let us date again.” He kissed my cheek. “What if it takes… a… while?” I asked struggling to talk. He’d made his way down to my neck. His tongue circled there slowly. “There are only six or seven weeks until August football practice starts right?” “Hm.” His mouth moved up my neck toward my ear. Oh. “Will you be able to stuff your beard into your helmet?” I croaked. In answer he put his lips on my ear. I forgot the next joke I’d planned to make and lost myself in Adam.
