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Has he been staring at me like I’ve been staring at him? I’m not sure how. I guess he is way less obvious about it than I am.
My thumbs hover over the keypad on my phone as I try to decide how I should respond. But I have no idea what to say.
Ronnie says, “Looks like he likes what he sees.”
I realize she’s peeking over my shoulder.
“You know, it’s rude to read other people’s texts,” I tell her.
She shrugs. “I don’t care. Look, no matter what decision you make concerning Dane, you need to talk to him. You trying to end things and then fucking him is probably sending him mixed messages.”
I know she has a point. Ronnie has always been one thing–direct. She knows what she wants, and she’s never shied away from going after it. So, this is a topic I can probably agree with her on.
Dane and I need to talk. Do I know what I’m going to say? No. But I have half a soccer game left to figure it out.
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When the game is over, you’d think I’d be prepared. But I’m not. The only thing I did the entire time was fantasize about all the dirty things Dane and I did together.
So now, I’m not only confused, but I’m hot and bothered. I sent Dane a text saying we need to talk,so I can’t really get away from it now. I’m going to have to saysomethingto him.
Ronnie offered to take Eve out for a burger as a congratulations for winning the tournament…and also to buy me some time.
Dane texts telling me to meet him back by the equipment shed. I walk back to the big pole barn that sits a bit away from the fields.
As I make my way there, I continue trying to figure out what to say. I don’t know how this man has me so twisted up inside. I am usually fairly level-headed. Is this what getting some good dick does to a gal? Makes her all crazy and dumb?
If that’s the case, is it really worth it?
I know the answer is yes.
That doesn’t mean ending this isn’t the right thing to do…no matter how good-looking he may be.
None of this is fair, and the closer I get to the barn, the angrier I get about that fact. When I get to my destination, I storm inside.
Dane is dragging a netted bag of balls into the corner. The creaking door gets his attention, and he turns to look at me and smiles that million-dollar grin of his.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I try to ignore the compliment. Instead, I start right in on my bullshit.
“Why do you have to dress like that?” I ask.
“Dress like what?”
“All sexy…with your biceps bulging out and your backwards hat. You make it impossible to concentrate on the soccer game!”
“So, youwerewatching me?” He asks with a devilish half smirk.
“Well, yeah, because you’re out there dressed likethat.”
“Michelle, it’s hot out here. I wanted to be comfortable. And if you want to talk about being a distraction, look at you.”
“What about me? I’m wearing a t-shirt and bike shorts.”
“I love how the bike shorts make your ass look, but the shirt could be better.”
“Oh, yeah. How’s that?” My curiosity is piqued.
