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Chapter Ten
Archer
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“Hi.” I make my wayinside the art classroom where Rory is already set up and prepared for our session... as per usual.
I haven’t seen her since yesterday when I saw her standing behind the stadium with Alina, looking better than I could have imagined dressed in my jersey with her face painted in our team colors.
“Hi.” She looks up as I enter, offering me a soft smile before turning her attention back to her drawing utensils.
“How did you enjoy the game?” I drop my bag on the floor next to the seat she set out for me, not missing the fact that this one has a back and a cushion... Thank fuck. I knew she was making me sit on the uncomfortable-ass stool just to spite me.
I almost laugh at the thought.
“It was incredible.” She slides a hair tie off her wrist, quickly throwing her hair up into a messy bun. “So we only have one more session after today, so today I’d like to try and use more color. But first, does Tuesday work okay for our last session?” She looks up from her supplies. “I mean, if it doesn’t, we could work something else out, but since you couldn’t make last Thursday and the project is due Friday...” she rambles, clearly more nervous than she’s trying to let on.
I find this more of a turn-on than anything. She has no idea how fucking crazy she drives me. I spent the entire ride back to campus trying to remind myself of all the reasons I stayed away from her in the first place, but it all seems juvenile and unnecessary now.
Is she a distraction? Abso-fucking-lutely. But not in the way I expected her to be. In fact, I played maybe my best game ever on Saturday, the memory of the kiss we shared the fuel that lit my fire. It’s like I could do nothing wrong. Every pass I threw was perfection. Every tackle I broke was effortless. We won by three touchdowns and knowing that she was in the stands witnessing it all filled me with more satisfaction than I can easily explain.
So yes, I’ve considered that perhaps I’ve been looking at this the wrong way.
My father may have been willing to give it all up for my mother, but I have no intention of getting the girl pregnant, and as such, have nothing to worry about.
Right?
“I can make Tuesday work,” I agree, knowing that’s usually my least busy day anyway.
“Perfect.” She fumbles with her pencils like she’s not sure which one she wants to choose.
“So what questions will you be asking me today?” I settle in, stretching my legs out in front of myself.
“None.”
“None?”
She clicks on the remote and music fills the room.
“I want to draw you as I see you today. I don’t want to risk you saying something stupid and ruining it.” She bites down on her bottom lip to keep her smile from slipping too widely across her face.
“I think I’m a little offended by that.” I grin, having to speak loudly to be heard over the music.
She holds a finger up to her lips and I’m instantly reminded of how soft and perfect they felt against mine. The way she responded to me, like her body knew what it wanted even if her mind still wasn’t sure, it was like taking a hit of the sweetest drug. I still feel the high lingering in my veins.
Deciding to do as she asks, I give her a simple nod to let her know I will comply.
