Page 85 of What If I Knew You

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

“Afraid not, man. I’m sorry, but I just don’t see a scenario where she doesn’t recognize you. I mean, at least not when you met in person the first time. Did she give you any indication that she recognized you at all?”

Shaking my head, I answer roughly, “No. She’s clearly a good fucking actress because she never gave me the impression that she knew who I was at all.”

“Do you really think Corrigan is that manipulative though?” Ella slips a potato chip into her mouth. “You guys have always said she’s such a cool girl. Funny. Razzes her dad. Great personality.”

“She is a great person, yeah.” Griffin nods. “Which is why this is all very weird.”

“What if…” I sit up in my seat, trying like hell to put the pieces together. “What if she thinks I knew who she was this whole time but wasn’t telling her that I knew? What if she thinks I used her for sex? What if she thinks I propositioned her? Coach will have my ass!”

“Did you?” Oliver asks. “Did you proposition her?”

“Uh…” My rolodex of memories spins in my brain. “Honestly I can’t remember. I know I said something about sex lessons but it wasn’t in the form of asking for them! It was an accidental text to begin with. I mean, I certainly didn’t come out and ask Corrigan to fuck me. I was trying to come up with something to say to her and I kept deleting everything except that one time I accidentally hit send instead of delete, and then she answered me. Then the next thing I knew, she was writing me and saying we start tomorrow.”

“So, you two have?—”

“No.” I bob my head. “I mean we’ve done other stuff. We were kind of starting off with other stuff first, you know?”

“Right. You did tell us about that.”

“And you guys aren’t a thing exactly because she said some other guy asked her out?” Barrett asks, taking the last bites of his hotdog.

I close my eyes and release a deep sigh. “Yeah.”

“Tell us more,” Harrison urges. “So, we know the whole picture and can help you.”

“I spent last night at her place because she had a super shit day at work. A shit week actually. I didn’t want her to be alone so I took her dinner and we watched television all night until she fell asleep on my lap.”

“So, no sex last night?”

“What? No! That would’ve made me look like a fucking douche. She fell asleep on me so I stayed there.”

“All night?” August asks.

“Yeah.”

“While she slept on you?” Elle adds.

“Yeah.”

She swoons. “That is so sweet of you, Bodhi.”

“Is it?” I nearly shout. “Because I’m not sure Coach is going to think that way when he finds out.”

“Shhhhh!” August raises his finger to his lips. “Bro, keep your voice down. People know us here.”

“Sorry.”

“Why does he have to find out?” Ella shrugs like this topic of conversation is the same kind we have when we’re trying to decide what shoes we’re going to wear tomorrow night at dinner.

“I…” My mouth hangs open. “I just assume he’ll find out. Surely Corrigan is going to tell him.”

“Mmmmm…” Oliver’s eyes narrow as he shakes his head. “Maybe not. It doesn’t make her look any better to tell her dad that she’s been messing around with one of his players.”

Ella places her hand over mine on the table. “The question is, Bodhi, do you have feelings for her?”

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