Page 62 of Catching the Coach
Kessler collapses back onto the bed panting and I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I get up and lay on the bed next to Kessler propping my head up on my hand, a satisfied grin on my face. He looks over at me and grins back. “Wow,” he says, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning forward to give me a kiss. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes “You’re amazing, you know that?” I feel my cheeks redden at the complement. “I don’t think I have time to return the favor.” Regret in his voice.
“I don’t need you to return the favor,” I tell him. I sit up and walk to my bathroom to fix my hair. When I come back out Kessler is dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. I walk over to him and his arms go around my waist. I lean down, kissing him softly, and I pull back. “And, the answer to your question earlier is yes,” I say.
He looks at me confused for a minute, before it clicks in his brain. “You’ll go to my game Thursday?”
I nod. “Officially, as your girlfriend.”
A grin breaks out over his face and he crushes my lips with his. I giggle into his mouth kissing him back. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
kessler
It’sgame day and I haven’t been this nervous for one of my own games in a long time. Knowing Lucy is going to be here watching me play and cheering me on, not as a fan but as my girl is doing something to me. The fact that she even agreed to do this and come out in public as a couple makes me love her even more. She’s stepping out of her comfort zone and putting herself out there for me.
I feel something hit the back of my head and fall to the floor. It’s a roll of athletic tape. I turn around and see Brent laughing at me from across the locker room
“What the fuck dude,” I say, throwing it back at him. He catches it easily in one hand and tosses it up in the air, catching it again.
“Are you off in your own little world over there? I called your name twice,” he says, throwing the tape back up in the air and catching it again.
I scrub a hand down my face and scratch my beard, it’s getting long and I need to trim it. I haven’t had the time or energy between practice, games, and spending time with Lucy and Hudson. “Sorry man, just got a lot on my mind.”
He nods his head at me. “You good?” Brent may love busting my balls, but I know he’d be there in a heartbeat for me if I needed him. That’s why he’s one of my best friends.
I nod back at him. “Yeah man, I’m good.”
The rookie looks over at me giving me a cocky smirk. “Hey if you need to sit this one out, I’d be more than happy to fill in for you tonight, just say the word man.”
I huff out a laugh. “Nah man, I’m fine.”
Fat chance in hell.
My phone buzzes with a text and I see it’s Judd. I open it and it’s a picture of him flexing in the mirror.
Judd
Need tickets to the gun show?
Me
*vomiting emoji* put a shirt on, no one wants to see that.
Judd
That’s not what the chick I was with last night said
Me
Was she blind? Because that would explain a lot.
Judd
*middle finger emoji*
Me
*rolling on the floor laughing emoji* Good luck out there today dick.
