Page 137 of Hot Four Teacher
The game finally comes to a close, and Eve scored the winning goal, so that should put her in a pretty good mood. She sends me a text saying that she’s going to be a few minutes, so she will meet me in the car when she’s done.
Knowing I have a little bit of time, I see Dane walking to the equipment shed and decide to go say hi before I head for the car. As quickly as I can, I walk to the building.
When I’m inside, Dane turns around to look at me. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey.” I smile. “Just wanted to come say hi before I take Eve out to dinner.”
“Where are you guys going to eat?” He asks while dragging the soccer balls to the corner.
“We are going over to Mama Roma’s. It’s her favorite. Between that and her scoring the winning goal, I’m hoping she will be in a good mood.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m telling her tonight.”
“Are you really telling her, or are you going to chicken out again?” He teases.
“Hey! I’m going to tell her!”
“Promises, promises,” He says with a wink.
“Iwill! You’ll see!”
He walks toward me. “How about we make things a little more interesting?”
“What do you mean?”
When he’s in front of me, he says, “How about if you tell her, I will give youanythingyou want?”
I scrunch my nose and wiggle it back and forth. “You kind of do that anyway,” I giggle. “I think I’m going to need some more incentive than that.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod as he grabs my chin and pulls me toward him. He kisses me in a way that I can only describe as thepanty drencher.It is so hot that I could practically swim in the puddle that’s between my thighs right about now.
We break the kiss and start to pull away when I hear a loud, “What the fuck?”
I know that voice.
Turning around, I not only see Eve standing in the doorway but about five of her friends. They all look absolutely shocked.
“Uh,” I say. “Coach was just–”
She doesn’t even give me a chance to come up with an excuse before running out.
“Fuck,” I mutter, walking after her.
I think about telling Dane I’ll call him later, but the rest of the girls are still standing there
“Eve!” I call after her, but she doesn’t answer.
At this point, she’s taken off in a full-blown sprint. As much as I want to chase after her, I know if I try running, I’m going to cause myself physical harm.
I see that she's running toward our house, so I figure I can meet her there. We are pretty damn close to the fields, so by the time I get to the car and get home, she will probably have beaten me.
On the short drive, I pound my fist on the steering wheel, hating myself for not telling her before now. If I would just have told her any time in the past few days, things might not be as bad as they are now.
When I get home, I walk in to find Eve stomping toward her bedroom.
