Page 136 of Scores Of The Heart

I sigh heavily, giving my answer away. “Before you say anything, I used to grab coffee every morning anyway from the corner coffee shop and I’d see you arrive at work.”

It sounds better saying it like that.

“Yeah, you mentioned something before about noticing me in the corner cafe?”

“Yes, but I meant while I was in the cafe. There’s a great view of the stadium staff's entrance from the window.”

Her eyes grow wide. “You’ve been hanging out there watching me?”

“I was drinking coffee,” I interject. “But yes, the highlight of my morning was seeing you walk into work. That’s all.”

“That’s all!” She cries. “My god, Ty.”

I can’t tell if she’s angry or not. Her tone isn’t leaving much to be desired.

“Baby, please don’t be mad, I wasn’t stalking?—“

“I’m not mad.”

My eyes meet hers and I see something I never expected to see. Lust.

Fuck. She likes it? This is something I didn’t expect.

“Cind, tell me what happened in college?”

She sighs and presses her lips together. “I didn’t have a stalker, Ty. The campus had a weird prowler, and he tried to grab me one night when I was getting into my car after I stayed back late on campus. He snuck up from behind and tried to grab me. Luckily I had pepper spray on my keyring. I don’t know what would have happened otherwise.”

“What happened after that?”

“I reported it to the Police and they arrested the asshole from the security footage on campus. He was a janitor apparently, and had been harassing girls on campus for months.”

“I’m so fucking sorry that happened.” I feel angry too about what could have happened if she hadn’t had that pepper spray.

“My parents went over the top protective after that. My mom wanted around the clock security. She couldn’t get it into her head that it was just one of those things and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I can see how they’d be even more protective of you after that.”

“Not siding with them, are you?” She attempts to joke.

“Not at all. I’m glad you told me.”

“I was going to, eventually. I wasn’t expecting Mom to blurt it out like that today.”

“And you’re really not mad about me, umm…”

“Stalking me?” She bites her lip.

I open my mouth to protest, but she pulls my hand towards the waistband of her sweatpants and shoves it underneath, guiding my hand down to her pussy.

My fingers glide over her slit as she opens her legs slightly, and I reach down to feel how slick she is.

“Does that feel like I’m mad about it?”

“Fuck, Cindy.”

“Yes, we need to do that. Hurry, Tyler.”

I can’t even fucking believe after the day we’ve had we’re going to actually forget everyone and everything for a second, all the bad shit going on, and just think about ourselves. Maybe fucking her is the best thing for both of us right now.

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