“You not letting me inside the room? We’re supposed to be madly in love, if you remember.”
She cocks her head to one side, no doubt thinking of a quippy comeback.
“Couple’s fight.”
“So we’re fighting now?”
“You tell me. You think you can just skip tutoring appointments with me and then drop by when you’re ready to write? That’s not how this thing works,” she huffs, yet pulling open the door a bit more. “Just because it’s winter break doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own stuff to work on.”
I see her mouth moving and I hear words coming out of it, but my brain and my dick are in a fistfight with each other. Now that I have a full view, I notice that Willow is dressed in a racerback tank top, no bra, and a pair of dark gray leggings. Tits and ass are jiggling everywhere as she berates me and my mouth waters.
She’s pulled her curls up in her signature messy bun on the top of her head and the icing on the cake is those glasses. They make her look like the star of a naughty professor porn video. Damn, she’s sexy.
Say something that makes sense, Freak. Try to be transparent with her and stop hiding everything behind a joke.
“I apologize,” I say earnestly.
“You what?”
“I apologize. Your time is valuable and I should’ve called to reschedule.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I was a jealous prick.
“I was being selfish. Plain and simple.”
“Oh, well, okay.”
She’s surprised by my reaction.
This is good.
So I keep going.
“So, if I’m being honest, I didn’t actually drop by here to make up my tutoring session. I came by to ask you if you wanted to go ice-skating with me and some of my teammates.”
This, of course, was not my true intent when I came here, but the moment I put eyes on her, everything I thought I was going to say went flying out the window.
“Ice skating?”
“I know you don’t follow football, but we had a tough loss last night, which was all my fault. I need to blow off some steam. ”
“Oh, I think I heard some girls talking about it.”
“Yeah, we weren’t supposed to lose that game. It should’ve been an easy win. I messed up.”
“I doubt it was totally your fault. I may not know much, but I know that football is a team sport.”
“A team which I’m the captain of. I failed to steer them to success. That’s my job.”
She studies me quietly.
“You’re going to give yourself an ulcer if you ruminate over every loss. It’s part of the game.”
“Ruminate?” I ask questioning the meaning.
“Contemplate. Consider.”
