Page 126 of What If I Knew You

Dex’s eyes grow huge and his mouth opens. “No shit! Seriously? You’re fucking the coach’s daughter?”

“Who’s fucking the coach’s daughter?” Hawken Malone asks, having overheard Dex who gestures to me.

“This little shit right here.” He laughs. “Scandalous, wouldn’t you say, Malone?” He turns back to me. “You know, actually, you and Malone here should talk about how secret relationships don’t work because chances are the person you’re trying to hide from already knows you’re fucking.”

I whip my head in his direction. “There’s no way Coach knows. We’re never around each other when he’s around.”

Griffin points to me. “Maybe he does know and that’s why he was so excited to name you MVP back in New Orleans!”

Possible?

No fucking way.

But is it?

I shake my head and glance over to where Coach Hicks is still seated. “I really don’t think so. I think if he knew, I’d know. He’d never let me get away with it. Even when we got here tonight, he steered me away from Corrigan and accused me of flirting with her.”

Dex cocks his head. “Were you?”

“Fuck yeah, I was. She looks hot. How could I not?”

He pats my back. “That’a boy.”

Griffin chuckles. “So, I was just telling him that now is his chance to grab Corrigan when she comes out of the bathroom and steal a kiss or a boob graze or a fuckin’ nipple twist while her dad is still having dessert. The bathrooms are out of the way. Pull her over to the side of that alcove. Nobody is going to see you with those curtains over there.”

Dex laughs. “Always the nipple twist dude. Go for the fuckin’ nipple twist. Maybe even a pussy grab if you can manage it. She’ll be eating out of your hand all night, I promise you.”

I take a deep breath and glance once more at Coach’s table.

They’re deep in conversation.

It’s now or never.

Be bold Bodhi.

Just one kiss.

One touch.

Pushing back from my chair, I lay my napkin on my seat. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me. I have a girl to find.”

“Yeah you do!” Griffin gives me a fist bump. “Go get ’em tiger.”

Looping my way around the other tables in the room, I move toward the back where the restrooms are and find the perfect spot to wait for Corrigan. I can hear giggling in the bathroom so I send her a text to let her know I’m out here and then shove my phone back in my pocket.

Me

Ten seconds. I’m outside the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom doors open and several women step out laughing together, I find Corrigan’s purple gown and grab her hand, pulling her around to the alcove on the other side of the bathroom wall.

She squeals slightly at my tug but giggles when I spin her around so her back is against the wall and then press my lips firmly against hers. Her plump soft lips move right with mine and then she lets out a soft moan as we taste each other, forgetting the world around us for just a moment.

Christ she makes me feel every fucking thing.

Her mouth alone brings me a sense of calm mixed with a sense of euphoria.

Her touch makes me brave but allows me to be vulnerable.

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