“Hey, at least you’re not alone.” This is true. “How’s it going with Coach’s daughter anyway?”
I cringe at that reminder.Fuck, I kissed Coach’s daughter and basically dry humped her.I wonder what he would think about the whole thing. Would he kick my ass and boot me off the team, or would he accept it? Ivory is a grown woman. She is capable of making her own choices. I can’t get a read on their relationship but they seem pretty close.
“I kissed her.”What the what?That’s not what I meant to say. Shit.
“You did what?!” Miller screeches so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
“A few days ago.” I don’t want to mention our cooking lesson the other night. I would never hear the end of it.
“Shit, dude. That’s big. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Hell if I know, man. I can’t seem to resist her. There’s this pull to her. I don’t know how to explain it.” Maybe Miller can help me out here.
“There’s chemistry there.” That’s one way to put it. I’ve been hard since our kiss in the ocean. Even after I jacked myself off in the shower to the feel of her pressed against me as we teased, tasted, and touched in the water. Then I had to go and cage her into the counter like an idiot as we prepared dinner. I can still feel her soft curves beneath me. No matter what I do or think about, I’ve been sporting a semi.
“Yeah, but it’s more than that. We have a connection. Like we know each other on a deeper level.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” We’re both silent for a minute before Miller asks the most Miller question ever, “well, how was it?” And I can just picture him wagging his eyebrows at me.
“I’m not gonna lie. It was hot. Best kiss I’ve ever had.” Fuck it was a hot kiss. I’ve never been that turned on from a kiss before. If she rocked against me anymore, I would have come right there in my board shorts like a teenager. I have zero control around her.
“Damn. Do you like, have feelings for her?”
“There are definitely feelings involved. At least for me.” With each day we’re trapped in this house together. With each time she lets her guard down. With each smile, touch and laugh, Ivory steals another piece of me. And the thing is—I don’t want to stop it. I don’t know what this means for when we get back to the States but I can’t just let her go. Ivory is a once in a lifetime girl and fuck me, but I want her to be mine. I won’t dare say that to her. Not yet at least. Not until she realizes there is more here than a friendship and steamy make out. She will realize it. Because I’m going to prove it to her.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, man. I like her. I told her as much. I don’t want to fight it anymore but she’s a little more hesitant than me.” When we first came back to the house after the kiss, Ivory bolted to her bedroom like her hair was on fire. The rational part of my brain recognizes she didn’t run from me. Not exactly. But a part of me does worry that I crossed a line with our make out session and the confession I made afterwards. I officially have zero chill. I basically admitted that I was in love with her. We don’t know each other well enough for that. But I know I’m falling for her.
“How so?”
“I get the feeling she isn’t sure she can trust it. Like shedoesn’t know if I only like her because we were forced together or if I just want to get in her pants because she’s here.” Then again, she didn’t run after our heated kitchen moment the other day, so maybe I didn’t scare her away. Or maybe that is just physical attraction.
“Shit. That’s hard. It can’t be easy being her and always wondering what people want from her. The paps aren’t easy on her. That’s for sure.”
“Understatement. I get a feeling it’s worse than we can even imagine based on a few things she’s said.”
“So she needs to know you’re in it for her and nothing else. Is she just a fling? Because if she is, maybe it’s better to stop now.”
“This feels like more than a fling.”
“Then I say go for it, dude.”
I haven’t pursued her before now. Tasting her and feeling her in my arms changed that. Ivory might not be able to say it with her words but she’s told me with her body and her eyes that she’s open to it. We haven’t talked about what happened nor have we kissed or been affectionate since, but she didn’t shy away in the kitchen. She didn’t run when we settled on the couch and I pulled her feet into my lap instead of sitting on the opposite side of the couch. She hasn’t pulled away from me or asked me not to touch her. So, I’ll keep touching. Until she gives me the green light to reach for more.
“Really?”
“Really. You’ve never felt like this about anyone. Maybe this break is good for you. Maybe she’s good for you. Life outside of baseball and all.”
“Maybe. I can’t say I’m mad about getting more time with her. Any ideas how to break down that barrier? How to let her know that I’m serious?”
“I mean…it sounds like you’re already doing everything. Turn it up. Show her you’re not backing down. Figure out how to make it special. I know being trapped in a house and this situation isn’t easy for dating but maybe find a way to plan dates.”
“That’s a good idea. We only have this house for another few days but maybe we can stay.”
“Why not make it an adventure?”
