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On the way over to the field house, I caught a few comments from some of the students.
“My aunt said he’s going to break her heart,” one girl says.
“Yeah, my mom said he’s not the type who changes his spots,” another girl adds.
Isla comes over to my side. “Well, that was a shitshow.”
Sometimes I just cannot handle her, and now is one of those times.
“I think it’s like a movie. Who doesn’t dream of marrying a professional athlete, especially one as hot as Damon Siska? I want to be Miss Morgan when I grow up,” a girl says at the back of the pack with a group of friends who all nod in agreement. “I’m going to follow him on social media.”
“Great, now you’re giving these girls demented dreams.” Isla approaches the girl, lecturing her about making a life for herself and not relying on a guy for happiness.
Somehow, I refrain from punching Isla in the nose. I’m not sure if I’d rather ride back with Henry or Isla. They’re both on my shit list now. Maybe I’ll be lucky and be with Sami.
Chapter13
Damon
Iget out of the shower and dry myself before wrapping the towel around my waist. I have about twenty minutes before I need to pick up Adeline from school. Damn, I forgot how much kids speak their minds. I don’t know how she handles teaching them every day.
I open the bathroom door, and a cloud of steam billows out into the hall.
“Oh,” Adeline says, stopping in her tracks on her way to her bedroom.
“I was just about to go get you,” I say.
“I begged off a little early and took an Uber home. I just needed to get out of there. I texted you, but you must not have seen it if you were in the shower.” Her eyes dip down to my chest, and her tongue slides out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip.
God, I want that tongue on me so badly, but I can’t let her know that, so I wait for her eyes to come back up to mine, and I smirk, trying to play it off.
She covers her eyes with her hands. “Oh my god.” She rushes to her bedroom and slams the door.
I laugh and knock on her door.
“Go away. Go get dressed. Just put some clothes on. I’m so sorry.”
“Open the door, Adeline,” I say, laughing.
“No. There is nothing funny about this. Stop laughing.”
“Make sure you’re decent because I’m coming in. Three, two…” I slowly open the door and step into the room.
She’s laying on her side, head turned into one of her pillows. Her room is all girly—pink, white, and accents of gold. It’s delicate, just like she is.
“Look at me,” I say, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Are you dressed?” she mumbles into the pillow.
“I have a towel on.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t be trusted. Go get clothes, and we can forget this happened and go back to normal. Maybe go out and get pizza.”
I grab the edge of the pillow and take it out from under her. “Stop it. It’s a natural reaction. I’m hot. If it was you who was wrapped in a towel, the roles would be reversed.”
She turns her head away from the bed and stares at me blankly.
“What?”
