Page 27 of Finding the Forward: Part One
I let Clark know I was getting coffee and changed in the bathroom. Dean had texted several times after Carlos had flooded the team group chat with pictures.
Dean
You got in the water with her? Did you keep her warm?
Me
So warm we’re about to have coffee.
Dean
Do you still feel it?
Me
Her scent gave me a boner while in ice water.
Dean
Bring her over for dinner?
He added suggestive emojis. Fucking horny omega.
Me
Not sure what the plan is.
Or if I wanted to introduce her to them immediately. Tell her about them? Absolutely. However, I didn’t want to scare her. My husband could bea lot.
Verity waited for me, leaning on her cane, which was more like a fancy pink crutch that went up her arm. Now, she wore leggings and a Maimers sweatshirt.
“Shall we?” With a grin, she led me through the student center to a coffee shop, with couches and beanbags, and cozy nooks for studying, besides tables and chairs.
“The usual?” the young woman behind the counter asked Verity.
“Absolutely.” Verity eyed the pastry case. “Oh, and a lemon cake slice. What would you like, Grif? My treat. I have more dining dollars than I can use.”
“Thank you.” If I let her take me to coffee, I could then ask her to dinner. “Black coffee and...” I looked over the paltry offerings, the case obviously picked over. “A chocolate cake pop.”
I shouldn’t, but oh well. The Knight’s nutrition staff was much stricter than the Hurricanes’ and took all the fun out of eating.
We got coffee, and she led me over to a corner, where we sat in armchairs around a table. She rested her crutch against the chair and took a bite of cake, making joyful noises that hit me straight in the dick.
If I nibbled on her, would she make those sounds, too?
“Thank you for getting in with me. Also, thanks for making my dreadful day better back on the plane.” Hauling her backpack onto her lap, she pulled out the sweatshirt I’d given her. “It’s not clean. I didn’t mean to take it. I looked for you a little, but only in fútbol teams. Then things got busy, and I didn’t have the time.”
“You can keep it, Kitten.” By the fading, it had been worn and washed over and over. Something about that made me incredibly happy.
“I can? Thank you so much. It... it’s so silly, but it got me through a lot.” She beamed and held it to her.
Oh, I wanted her to hold me like that.
“Did they hurt you? As retaliation?” I eyed her crutch, taking a sip of the strong coffee. Clearly, a lot had happened since that flight.
“Oh, no. That... that was the topper on my awful day. On the way to my sister’s house, I had a stroke.” Verity tucked the sweatshirt away.
“From the stress?” I couldn’t think of any other reasons someone our age might have astroke.
