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And maybe a little tipsy.
I’m not surprised.
“Hey Teach,” I say as she approaches me.
“Stop talking,” she says, throwing a hand up in my face. “It’s my turn to talk. Not yours. Mine. Okay?”
I try not to smile. I try my very best to take her seriously. I say, “Okay.”
“You were ahugejerk this morning. Who do you think you are? Like God or something? I don’t come into your locker room and tell you how to play football, do I? No. So, you don’t get to come into my tutoring center and tell me how to tutor. Okay? And if you’resooosmart, then how come you have such terrible grades to begin with? Ever thought ofthat?If you’resooosmart, then you shouldn’t even need me anyway, right? Right. So, if you want to work with me, then you do it my way. Okay? Okay.”
She runs out of steam.
But she’s in my face now.
She’s definitely tipsy, because she has no awareness of boundaries and she slowly tilted into me during her monologue, so now she is raised up on her toes and leaning into my chest. My body supports her.
And I want nothing more than to kiss her right now.
I can’t.
I won’t.
I shouldn’t.
God, I want to.
“Are you done now?” I ask her.
She doesn’t move when she nods and says, “Yes, I’m done.”
I take a bold risk and let my hands grip the sides of her waist, steadying her. “I’m sorry for the way that I acted this morning. I was a bit of a hothead. You’re right. You know better than I do. I should have listened and I’m sorry. I’ll do better tomorrow. Promise.”
“Tomorrow?” she asks, her eyebrows raising.
“Tomorrow,” I nod, still holding onto her tightly.
She raises her hands up to anchor herself against my chest. We’re so close right now. Dangerously close. And I want to scoop her into my arms, walk her out of this bar, and take her home with me tonight.
This is exactly what I was afraid of happening.
Feeling things for her.
Wanting her.
Getting close to her like this.
But she’s drunk. And tomorrow, we can just pretend this never happened. That’s the loophole. Right?
“You’re different, you know,” she tells me, tracing my jaw with her finger. The small action lights my whole body up.
God, if she only knew the effect she was having on me right now.
“How am I different?” I ask her.
“You care,” she says. “You carea lot.”
I do care.
