Page 66 of Teaching the Kot'oll Coach

I huff. “Fine. Let’s go to the taco place then.”

She grins and that warms me. That’d make us equal after I made her buy me taco last time.

I resist the urge to hold her hand. “You can have as many as you want.”

She watches me. “Are you sure about that?”

My eyes drift to her stomach, resisting the urge to pat that. “How many tacos can you fit inside this body?”

She huffs. “A lot more than you can afford to buy. But I’m going to do you a service and won’t break your bank.”

Maybe she has a point.

We arrive at the door and wave goodbye to the others before we head toward my spaceship, or say, the parking lot.

Now that we aren’t in the school anymore, I want to wrap my arm around her and pull her to my side. But I’m still not sure whether she wants that or not.

She says, “Are we riding your spaceship to the taco place?”

“We can try another taco place this time. I know another one you may like, but it tends to be a bit more busy, and... not as organized, but I think the tacos are worth it.”

“Sure, let’s go there.”

It doesn’t take long for us to be situated in my spaceship. I start the engine and get us going. She sits by my side, staring at the window in front of us, remaining quiet. Do I ask her about what happened earlier? Or do I pretend everything’s been fine since she’s seemingly fine now?

She is so quiet that it doesn’t feel right.

“Telke... What are you doing with this hand?”

“Oh... This hand is... trying to make sure you’re fine.” I pat her shoulder as I drive the spaceship.

She holds my hand on his shoulder. “You know I’m fine. What are you trying for?”

“I don’t know. You... Me... We... I...”

She lifts her brows at me. “Are you too hungry to talk?”

I snort a laugh, but there’s a load in my stomach which I hate. “Look... I just want to make sure we’re at least talking and happy.”

She sighs. “Sorry, I...”

Maybe she is going to tell me to drive her home and call it a day... Maybe I should keep my mouth shut.

I’m not that smart after all. All I have is muscles and hands, but none of them are useful and...

“Telke... I just... wasn’t expecting what happened that day.”

“It’s not long ago.”

“Yeah, that. Feels like a lifetime.”

I stare at the window, trying to focus on driving instead. “I understand. I didn’t expect that either.”

She’s the one telling me to pin her against a wall and fuck her rough. She can’t be changing her mind after the whole thing and blaming me for that. It’s not even fair.

She holds that hand and runs her finger along my palm, which is ticklish. “I... I don’t think you’re looking to have anything past a hook-up with me, right?”

“No.”

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