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“Gavin was disappointed.” I try not to roll my eyes, but I fail. “Clara Drew! He is nice!”
“Sure, but he’s not for me,” I tell her, and she glares.
“How can he be when you’re so caught up on someone you shouldn’t be.”
“Why shouldn’t I be, again?” I ask, genuinely wanting to know.
She gives me a dark look. “Because he’s the coach of the Bears and practically old enough to be your father.”
“Semantics,” I laugh, waving her off. Yes, my crush is in full bloom once more. Yes, I’m aware that’s very bad and will probably end in heartbreak.
But here we are.
“At this point, if I don’t get with someone from the organization, Peepaw would be disappointed.”
She gawks at me. “A hockey player, maybe. Someone your age.”
“That is all neither here nor there,” I say, flashing her a grin. “I can like him all I want, but that doesn’t mean he wants me.”
Her eyes widen before she narrows them at me. “Are you serious?”
“What?”
“The sexual tension was suffocating. It was almost like you two were having sex with words.”
I purse my lips. “How does that work when neither of us said anything naughty?”
“Exactly. That’s how disgusting it was.” She rolls her eyes. “You go, ‘Riggs, trust. I love frying asparagus,’ which really meant, ‘Let me suck your dick.’”
I snort.
“Then he’d go, ‘I like all the garlic in my golden paste,’ when really, he was saying, ‘I will bend you over this table and eat garlic from your ass cheeks.’”
I’m cackling at this point, but Elliot isn’t. “Seriously! It was disgusting!”
“You’re delusional. We were only talking,” I say through my laughter.
“And making eyes.”
“I mean, I was, but I didn’t think he was,” I admit, and she shakes her head.
“Oh, he was, in his brooding, grumpy way.”
I giggle. “Do you really think so?”
“Clara Drew!”
“What? He’s hot, El. You know it.”
“I don’t care. Tell me you didn’t sleep with him.”
“I didn’t. I swear,” I say when she gives me a look. “We realized everyone had left, he bought my dinner, and then he walked me to my car. He never touched me, or even asked to. I think you’re making this up.”
Apparently this is my sister’s molehill to transform. “Actions speak louder than words,” she says, holding my gaze. “He bought you dinner, when you were on a date with someone else?”
“Yes, because he felt Gavin was a dick for leaving and should have paid. He’s also making him do extra laps, which I think is funny.” Once the words leave my mouth, I look at her. “Okay, so there is a chance he likes me.”
“More than likes you. He wants you, and I’m warning you—it won’t end well.”
