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Authors: Evie Anderson
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I’m honest with myself.”
“Lost youth. It’s a tragedy.” Jessi shook her head.
Amelia flipped her off.
They set into their breakfasts, but Jessi barely managed to finish hers. Between Amelia’s pointed comments and Dalton laughing it up with Sawyer across the cafeteria, she wasn’t all that focused on her food.
On her way to the pool, the day simply got worse. While bobbing along to her music and swinging her goggles around her finger, she saw Dalton headed her way. Losing her rhythm, the goggles flew off her hand and hit her in the face. “Ow!”
“You okay there, ace?” came Dalton’s amused voice.
“Yes. Thank you very much for your concern,” Jessi said, rubbing the offended eye.
“I’m always concerned about my swimmers.”
“Yeah, well right now you seem to be especially focused on me.” She bent to retrieve the goggles that had fallen on the floor.
Unfortunately, Dalton bent down at the same time, cracking his head into hers.
“Ouch!” Jessi clapped a hand to her forehead.
“Mother fuck—are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jessi replied, squinting from the pain.
“Shit, you’ve got a bump,” Dalton said, touching a sore spot on her head.
“I’ll be okay. Really.” She was still seeing stars but knew the world would right itself shortly.
“Damn, I suck at this,” Dalton said under his breath.
“What?”
“Coaching. I suck at it. If I’m not yelling at you or saying something inappropriate, I’m knocking your block off in hallways.”
She laughed. “You don’t suck. You’re just always on full steam ahead.” She tried to rub her head, but Dalton was still checking over the spot with his own hands.
“It doesn’t look like I’ve caused permanent damage.” Then, in a move that seemed as natural as breathing, Dalton bent down and pressed his lips to the injured area.
The second his lips touched her head, they both froze. This wasn’t like the friendly smack after the tape room. This was something more intimate.
“Shit.” His whispered oath was cool against the damp spot on her forehead.
“Yeah.” She looked up at him, her mouth inches from his, and somehow, some way, their lips met. Jessi couldn’t believe she was doing this, but holy hell, she liked the feel of his lips on hers.
Since she’d started it, Jessi supposed she should pull away first. She had a hard time talking herself into it, though. “Dalton, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“I know. Me either.”
They pulled apart. Dalton propped his back against the wall and drew his knees up while looking to the ceiling as if it might provide insight to solving this current debacle. Since she didn’t have a better plan, Jessi did the same thing. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.
“Please don’t think that wasn’t nice, but we can’t be doing that again.”
“It was more than nice, Jessi.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said quietly.
“But you’re right—we can’t do that again. I’m not even sure why I let it happen in the first place.”
“Probably because you’re horny and I’m the best thing there is to offer around here,” she said in a desperate attempt to make a joke of things.
He nudged her shoulder. “Shut up. You know that’s not it.”
“Maybe not,” she conceded. “But we’ve got history, and we’ve spent a lot of time drudging it up. Our past was bound to catch up with us at some point.”
Dalton gave it some thought. “You might have a point there. So we agree that we won’t do that again?”
“Yep.”
“And we’re all good?”
“Yep.”
After a long pause, Dalton simply said, “All right then. Let’s get you to practice.” He stood and gave her a hand.
They walked off together, but neither said a word. There simply was nothing left to say.
Jessi looked down at her schedule for the day. In an effort to break the silence, she grabbed the first thing that popped into her head. “So we’re working with the rest of the flyers today,
“Lost youth. It’s a tragedy.” Jessi shook her head.
Amelia flipped her off.
They set into their breakfasts, but Jessi barely managed to finish hers. Between Amelia’s pointed comments and Dalton laughing it up with Sawyer across the cafeteria, she wasn’t all that focused on her food.
On her way to the pool, the day simply got worse. While bobbing along to her music and swinging her goggles around her finger, she saw Dalton headed her way. Losing her rhythm, the goggles flew off her hand and hit her in the face. “Ow!”
“You okay there, ace?” came Dalton’s amused voice.
“Yes. Thank you very much for your concern,” Jessi said, rubbing the offended eye.
“I’m always concerned about my swimmers.”
“Yeah, well right now you seem to be especially focused on me.” She bent to retrieve the goggles that had fallen on the floor.
Unfortunately, Dalton bent down at the same time, cracking his head into hers.
“Ouch!” Jessi clapped a hand to her forehead.
“Mother fuck—are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jessi replied, squinting from the pain.
“Shit, you’ve got a bump,” Dalton said, touching a sore spot on her head.
“I’ll be okay. Really.” She was still seeing stars but knew the world would right itself shortly.
“Damn, I suck at this,” Dalton said under his breath.
“What?”
“Coaching. I suck at it. If I’m not yelling at you or saying something inappropriate, I’m knocking your block off in hallways.”
She laughed. “You don’t suck. You’re just always on full steam ahead.” She tried to rub her head, but Dalton was still checking over the spot with his own hands.
“It doesn’t look like I’ve caused permanent damage.” Then, in a move that seemed as natural as breathing, Dalton bent down and pressed his lips to the injured area.
The second his lips touched her head, they both froze. This wasn’t like the friendly smack after the tape room. This was something more intimate.
“Shit.” His whispered oath was cool against the damp spot on her forehead.
“Yeah.” She looked up at him, her mouth inches from his, and somehow, some way, their lips met. Jessi couldn’t believe she was doing this, but holy hell, she liked the feel of his lips on hers.
Since she’d started it, Jessi supposed she should pull away first. She had a hard time talking herself into it, though. “Dalton, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“I know. Me either.”
They pulled apart. Dalton propped his back against the wall and drew his knees up while looking to the ceiling as if it might provide insight to solving this current debacle. Since she didn’t have a better plan, Jessi did the same thing. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.
“Please don’t think that wasn’t nice, but we can’t be doing that again.”
“It was more than nice, Jessi.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said quietly.
“But you’re right—we can’t do that again. I’m not even sure why I let it happen in the first place.”
“Probably because you’re horny and I’m the best thing there is to offer around here,” she said in a desperate attempt to make a joke of things.
He nudged her shoulder. “Shut up. You know that’s not it.”
“Maybe not,” she conceded. “But we’ve got history, and we’ve spent a lot of time drudging it up. Our past was bound to catch up with us at some point.”
Dalton gave it some thought. “You might have a point there. So we agree that we won’t do that again?”
“Yep.”
“And we’re all good?”
“Yep.”
After a long pause, Dalton simply said, “All right then. Let’s get you to practice.” He stood and gave her a hand.
They walked off together, but neither said a word. There simply was nothing left to say.
Jessi looked down at her schedule for the day. In an effort to break the silence, she grabbed the first thing that popped into her head. “So we’re working with the rest of the flyers today,
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