She said she’d love to, we exchanged info and I gave her the details for the weekend.
And in the last four days I have debated if I did the right thing. If I was taking my infatuation with Laney too far. We act like we’re dating but our time is spent training or in bed. Well, and the hours in between when I make her food.
She’s still working at the restaurant and doing all her dog walking. And while she’s busy doing those things I’m busy thinking about her.
Doubt flies through me, souring my stomach, as I put the truck in park.
My feelings are real but should they be this strong already?
“Aren’t you going to unpack?" I ask Laney, trying to sound casual, as I close the dresser drawer in the hotel room.
“Nah,” she shrugs as she glances at the bag she dropped on the floor of the closet. “I’ll just get what I need tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you unpack.” I suggest. Not wanting to spoil another surprise.
“Why does it matter?”
“It would make me happy.” I say and her eyes soften.
Laney steps across the room to me and runs her hands up my chest, over my shoulders, and then links them together behind my neck. Her chest presses against mine and she leans closer. My head spins in her proximity.
“Is it killing my Type A man to not have everything exactly where it goes?”
I huff a little laugh but don’t tell her theyesmy brain is screaming.
“Would Coach like me to follow his commands?”
Yes, very much.I nearly growl.
Laney laughs in surprise. “Miguel!”
“What?”
“You turned absolutely feral just now! Your eyes flared and your grip on me tightened. You’re getting worked up over me unpacking a duffel bag of workout clothes. It’s not like I have lingerie and a stripper pole in there.”
“You sure?” I ask.
With a roll of her eyes she huffs over to the bag. She tosses it unceremoniously on the bed and unzips it. “See?”
I flick my eyes down to it where a bright red sundress is sitting on top.
Laney follows my eyes down and does a double take.
“What the heck is that?” She asks as she lifts it up in front of her.
A tiny red lace thong falls to the floor at her feet.
Heaven help me.
“I might have asked Dee to sneak something for you to wear tonight into your bag.”
“This isn’t even mine. I’ve never seen it before.”
“Because I bought it for you. Well, Dee did. I told her I wanted to take you out for the ice dancing show and to pack you something to wear.”
“I’m going to freeze in this! It’s practically lingerie.”
“So, I guess you did have some in your bag after all. Should we check for the stripper pole just in case?”
