Page 44 of Undressed In The Crease

But no matter how hard I try, Lenny sticks out in my mind more. All my thoughts are consumed with how Lenny would be if we tried some of the things Cora showed me.

Would she like it?

Would she run away the same way she did after returning my shirt?

I want to find out.

I want to find out every little thing that makes Lenny’s body tick.

What really sets her off?

Cora kept texting me all week and I’ve been avoiding getting together with her.

Not that I'm completely against hooking up with her. It’s just that if I sleep with her too often, she’ll think we’re in a relationship.

It’s a classic move.

Lenny on the other hand hasn’t reached out to me at all. And that’s just infuriating.

Did I really scare her off that much?

Wednesday night I find Lenny in the Drexton dining hall eating by herself. She’s reading something on her phone and playing with her fork.

It’s Greek Gyro Day. Who eats gyros with a fork?

“Chicken or Lamb?” I ask, plopping my tray across from hers.

I sit down and she stares at me like I have two heads, before looking around and over her shoulder.

“Chicken?” She says it more as a question.

“Are you sure?” I ask, trying not to laugh at how uncomfortable she looks.

It’s really fucking cute the way she nervously looks around or gnaws at her bottom lip. I probably could have used a better opener, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.

“Yes. It’s a chicken gyro.” She still doesn’t sound so sure.

“Gyro meat is way better. You’re missing out.” I take a huge bite of my delicious gyro.

“I prefer chicken.” Lenny hasn’t stopped looking around nervously.

I lean in closer across the table fighting the urge to take her bottom lip in between my own teeth.

“Who are we avoiding?” I whisper, making her jump back.

“No one.” She’s no longer looking around but glares at me. “Where are your friends?”

“I thought we were friends?” I lean back, enjoying my meal. “You should be happy to know we won our first game. So, the luck on my shirt was not tainted.”

Lenny lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I didn’t realize I could have tainted your lucky shirt.” She rolls her eyes.

I know it’s a ridiculous idea, but I’ve played my best games here at Drexton. That shirt is the shirt they sent to me when I was accepted here. I know it’s skill, practice, and training that’s gotten me this far, but that small part of my brain believes in luck.

“No one else has ever worn it. Consider yourself very lucky.” I wink so she knows I’m not upset she wore it.

I don’t want to scare her off again. I have to play this nice and slow.

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