Chapter :: Chapter Twelve
Amy
It was so easy to hang out with Knox.I’d expected some weirdness, but there were definite perks to having sex with someone I’d known for over a decade.I didn’t feel the need to pretend that I was anyone other than who I actually was.Then again, it would be ridiculous to pretend at all.He knew me too well.
I was starving by the time my frittata/omelet was ready.We ate standing at my kitchen counter.
“This is not my best frittata,” I said.
“Really?I like it.”
“It’s a bit dry.But I was distracted by all those sexy abs.”
He didn’t bother to dress at all, and his dick was rather glad to see me right now.
He quirked a brow.“Just my abs?”
“And that cock, but I didn’t want to be too forward.”
He started laughing, and after he downed his last bite of frittata, he set the plate on the counter.I did the same, and he came closer.
“I have a suggestion.How about covering up?”I said.
“So I don’t keep distracting you?Why?What exactly do you plan on doing?”
I licked my lips.“I don’t know.But I can’t think clearly with all of this sexiness parading around.”
He came even closer.Cupping my cheek, he ran the tip of his nose up and down my temple.“Tonight was unexpected.”
A current of warmth went through me.“I agree.I didn’t realize that it could feel so...”
“Right,” he finished for me, and I nodded.He straightened up and traced my lower lip with his thumb.
A beeping sound broke the magic moment.
“That’s my phone.”It was in my bag, which was still on the floor by the front door.“But I’ll let it go to voicemail.”A few seconds later, it started again.I groaned.“I think I should go check it.No one calls twice if it’s not an emergency.”
“I agree,” Knox said.
I immediately dashed to where I put my bag, fishing my phone out of it.“Oh, crap.”
“What’s wrong?”he asked.I liked that protective undertone in his voice.
“It’s the principal.”I immediately answered as I waved my hand to shush him.“Hi, Ms.Adams.”
“Amy, hi.Sorry to call you so late.Something’s come up, and I figured the sooner I tell you, the better.”
My stomach sank.I didn’t like her worried tone.
“What is it?”
“You’re going to need to find another chaperone for the camping trip.Derek Robertson just emailed me that he can’t do it after all.”
“Oh no!Well, thanks for letting me know.”
This was bad news because the trip was next week.
“We can always ask one of the other teachers to go with you,” she suggested.
