A vibe?With an unconscious woman?I scoff.
No, it was the wayyouacted.You wanted to be the one to do everything for her.And then today, when I mentioned her name, you changed the subject immediately.He looks pleased with his deductive reasoning.
She’s not the type of woman I usually date, but…I falter, unable to explain my attraction.”
Sensing my discomfort, Mats lets the subject drop.After our recovery session, we head home.I still feel restless instead of exhausted as I would be after a tough workout.I finish up an assignment, but I can’t focus on anything else.My concentration is shot right now.
I message Evie.
Can we meet for lunch instead?
Evie is an itch, and the sooner I scratch it, the sooner I can focus on what’s really important: hockey and my family situation.Given her eagerness last night, I’m surprised when she insists that she has to finish an essay first, but we arrange to meet at 2:00 PM for a late lunch.
When I pull up in front of Humphrey Hall, Evie is already waiting on the steps.Today she’s wearing a green velvet jacket and jeans.Her clothing is unusual, yet suits her.
She gets into the car, buckles up and beams at me.Hi, Viktor.
Hey.
Her foot taps against the floorboard.How are you today?Wait, retract that question.I mean, we just saw each other a few hours ago, right?What could have—
I clamp a hand on her firm thigh and she freezes.
Evie, relax.We’re just going for lunch.
Just lunch?Is that all you want?she asks softly.
Nothing happens unless you want it to.
She’s full of contradictions.Last night she was the initiator, but today she’s timid.I want to reassure her that she’s in charge of how fast we go.
Okay.Thank you.She exhales and the tension visibly leaves her body.Where are we going?
You’ll see.
She leans back into her seat, even more relaxed.Oh, a surprise.My airport fantasy would be to pick a place from the departures board and just go there.
Hmmm.My airport fantasy would be joining the mile-high club.I visualize Evie, stripped naked from the waist down with her long legs wrapped around me as I sink deep into her in a tiny airplane washroom.Or maybe I should upgrade my fantasy to one of those first-class seats that convert into private bedrooms.A trans-Atlantic flight would allow us hours of fun.I shift uncomfortably in my seat.Fantasizing about fucking Evie won’t help my self-control.
That’s not your fantasy?she asks, and for one moment I wonder if she can read my mind.Then I remember what she just said.
Not really.I like to know where I’m going.
Yes.I’ve noticed that you enjoy being in complete control,Evie states.
Once again, her insight startles me.Well, if she can read my dirty thoughts, as least she’s not trying to flee.
Anyhow, today is like that.Going on a surprise trip,she says.
Don’t get too excited,I scoff.How exotic can we get while remaining in Minnesota?
Okay, Mr.Grump.She laughs at me, making me feel off balance.
I reach into the console and pull out the purple toque I dug out of the bin at the arena.Is this yours?
Oh, yes.Thank you so much.She pats it, folds it, and puts it in her purse.Wait.How did you know?
It looked like you.The hat was hand-knit with a sequinned flower, so it either belonged to Evie or an elderly Mustangs fan.
