I have no business telling her who she can or can’t talk to.
Dean just seemed a little too interested for my liking.
He’s a notorious flirt and loves to use his British charm to win over the ladies. I’ve never cared until he turned those eyes on Lily.
I don’t even bother denying it to myself.
I got jealous.
Jealous that, unlike me, he can actually do something about his interest in her.
He can ask her out, take her on a date, kiss her, and do all the things I want to do with her.
I’m left wanting someone I can never have.
But she deserves to have that chance with someone, if that’s what she wants. I shouldn’t have been overprotective like that.
Lily doesn’t seem to mind putting me in my place, though.
Hell, seeing her all fired up excited me. She’s always so joyful and carefree, and a selfish part of me was happy to rile her up a little when I was feeling murderous on the inside.
I turn the corner, then stop in my tracks and turn around.
Lily walks right into my chest, colliding with me, not expecting me to stop so abruptly.
I steady her with my hands on her arms before I clear my throat and step back.
“I’m sorry about that, Lily. I shouldn’t have acted like that,” I say, not daring to promise her that it won’t happen again.
I’m quickly learning that my self-control and actions around this woman are getting thinner each day.
I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep.
Still, I don’t want to upset her, and I did act out of line.
Lily looks at me, slightly furrowing her brows before she quietly says, “No worries,” before walking past me.
She almost seemed disappointed that I just apologised to her.
I stand there, confusion clouding my brain as I wonder if I’ll be able to handle this woman and my complicated feelings for her over the next six weeks.
~
I’m running up and down the field, warming up before practice, when Dean hunts me down.
I can tell this isn’t a conversation I’m going to enjoy from his smug expression.
“So,” he says with the biggest fucking smile ever. It almost looks scary.
“So,” I reply dryly.
He starts jogging beside me, and I up my pace, hoping I’ll be able to drop him.
No such luck.
“Your girl, Lily. She seems fun,” he says, making me exhale hard.
I knew this was coming.
