Iearnedit by being a pain in his ass. By beingme. By refusing to back down from what I believe in and what matters tome.
I whimper as he grips my hair, too, lifting my leg higher around his and angling to feel him against my clit.
This.
God, I want this.
“Coach?” someone calls.
He jerks away as I gasp and jerk back myself, banging my head into the brick wall of the school building.
The school building.
Oh my God.
Anyone could’ve seen this.
A student. A teacher. A parent.
Anyone.
And any one of them could tell Junie.
I’m at my daughter’s school, kissing one of her teachers, and Icannot.
I can’t.
I pat my pockets like I’m looking for my phone, the sting in my eyes suddenly too much to bear. “Thank you,” I stutter. “For your discretion. For Junie’s sake. I—I need to go.”
“Maisey—”
“I need to go,” I repeat as I dash toward the back door, which is propped open for me so I can continue helping set up homecoming decorations for the kids for this weekend.
This can’t happen again.
It can’t.
No matter how much I want it to.
Chapter 17
Flint
The worst thing about having a best friend is that he can see right through your bullshit.
Second worst is that my particular best friend thinks everything’s hilarious.
“Ah, the look of Flint Jackson in the throes of obsession is a beautiful thing,” he says with a smirk as I take the seat next to him at my favorite table at Iron Moose after soccer practice.
Light’s fixed overhead.
Maisey was here.
“I’m not obsessed,” I mutter.
I am 100 percent obsessed.
Kory cackles.
