She is driving me insane, but it has everything to do with my attraction to her and her spirit.
It may be insanity, but it feels like the best kind, even though it tests my restraints like nothing before.
“Nah, we’re having a good time,” I tell him, feeling my heart pound in my chest.
God, why does she have to be his sister? Everything would be so much easier if she weren’t.
I don’t want to raise any suspicion from Luke, but keeping my tone casual has never quite felt like such a challenge as it is in this moment.
“Making sure she’s not picked up by any teammates or Brits?” Luke asks, a small chuckle escaping him.
I almost tell him that Lily is twenty-two years old and would probably get with anyone she’d like without me ever finding out.
She’s always had her ways of doing exactly what she wants and making it happen.
“Yeah, but I doubt I really could stop her if she wanted to,” I tell him honestly.
The whole “stay away from my teammates” speech wasn’t exactly a success.
“True. Ah, I almost forgot! Congratulations on your game yesterday, it was great.” I’m grateful when he changes the subject, and we start talking about all things sport.
I almost tell him that Lily bought my shirt, but I haven’t fully processed it yet, so I decide against it.
It’s also something that feels rather intimate—at least to me.
When we hang up, I hop in the shower before I make my way down to Lily’s apartment.
Bag thrown over my shoulder, I knock on her door, and she swings it open, before she rushes straight back to the stove, probably not wanting to burn any of the food she is cooking.
I take off my shoes before I take her in.
Lily is oblivious to my stare as she cooks away and starts talking about the cathedral she wants to visit, which, according to the site she was reading, has the best view of London.
She’s wearing a dark red leather skirt, paired with high boots that reach up to her knees. Black stockings coverher exposed skin from her knees to the hem of her skirt. To top it off, she has a tight black sweater and gold hoops in her ears.
Has she always dressed like this?
I realise I don’t actually know how Lily dresses. It’s not like I’ve seen her every day in the last few years.
The times I’ve seen her, she’s looked gorgeous, just like now.
If she’s going to dress like this, my attraction to her will only grow, but that seems to be the case either way, so I may be doomed no matter what.
“I’m planning on visiting the church after work, so I’ll probably not eat with you and Harriet today.”
I’m setting the table, and Lily brushes my side when she puts the frying pan on the table.
Just as quickly, she’s gone.
The brief contact leaves me buzzing, wondering whether she did it on purpose and feels the same rush as I do from a slight touch.
“We could do it together. I can give Harriet the day off, and we’ll make dinner ourselves?” I suggest as we sit down at the table, facing each other.
Considering my attraction to this woman, I should not insist on spending every available minute with her.
At the same time, we have a great time together, and I want to experience the city with her.
And I made a promise to myself to bring more fun into my life, and doing things with Lily seems to be the perfect way.
