I stop in front of her, dropping my bag on the ground. I don’t know what to say. We stand there, staring at each other. Her hair is still pulled back like it was at the game, but it looks as if she’s showered. Flyaways spring out around her face since she doesn’t have the headband on to tame them any longer. She’s wearing her warm-up shorts and jacket. She obviously came right from the stadium.
“You called me Andrea,” she says finally.
“It’s your name, isn’t it?”
I see her eyes move up and down as they take in my appearance. “I still have to shower.”
“I can smell that,” Andi says matter-of-factly.
My mouth breaks into a wide grin. “Wanna help me?”
She tilts her head, matching my smile. “I don’t suppose things can get worse than they currently are unless you’re terrible in bed.”
That makes me laugh. “I’ve never had any complaints before.”
“You’ve probably never stuck around long enough to hear the complaints,” she chides.
I take a step closer, pushing a loose hair off her face. “You’ll have to let me know in the morning, Andrea.”
That’s all it takes. Her mouth is on mine, eager and hot. She tastes like heaven. Her arms encircle my neck. I slide my hand around her waist and then lower. I pull back slightly. “Is this okay?”
“You’re the only one who has permission to touch my ass.” She kisses me again.
I smile into her mouth. “And don’t forget I’ll pommel anyone who doesn’t respect that.”
Andi laughs, resting her forehead on my shoulder as she does. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I can’t believe he grabbed you.”
She shrugs. “I wish I could say it was the first time. It probably won’t even be the last. But if I want to run with the big dogs, I’ve got to be prepared to fetch the big stick.”
I pull back. “Is that how the saying goes? I’ve never heard that one before.”
Andi grabs my face with her hands and brings it close to hers. “I just made that up. But can we be done talking? I need to get you in the shower.”
I can be done talking.
