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Authors: Paige Steele
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So, I figured there was no way possible.”
She looks down, then back up at me. “I’m here, Coop, like really here.” She smiles a smile but it doesn’t reach out wide, it’s a kinda shy smile . . . beautiful as ever.
I sit down next to her at the table as she starts to tell me about why she’s in California and what she’s been doing. It’s hard to believe she is a Hyped girl. I don’t notice that Ryan left the room, and we are now alone. I want to hug her . . . kiss her. My mind goes blank as she continues to talk. I can only stare at her mouth. I’m shocked by my reaction to her, I knew I was attracted to her but honestly never knew til right now, just how much.
TIME IS PASSING BY here like a bolt of lightning and a roll of thunder. One day merges into the next. The night I left Ryan’s changed me. I haven’t even had sex with anyone in weeks. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t get Ansley out of my mind. We really haven’t discussed the kiss. We’ve touched upon it a few times, but we both seem to change the subject when the other one brings it up.
It’s been six weeks since then, and while she’s been busy with promotional appearances and traveling for Hyped; I’ve been going hard-core with my training. We’ve texted more and have even spoken on the phone a few times about what’s been going on. It’s been less and less awkward for us, but certainly not back to normal.
Thanksgiving is a blur. She went to be with her mother, Ryan stayed here in California with his team, as I did. We have the day to ourselves, to do what we want, but our Black Friday would be spent on a track. We decide at my house, to just stay in and try cooking a Thanksgiving meal. It isn’t too bad . . . well, it’s edible. We all sit around watching football and enjoying the downtime for five minutes. I need to get some frustration out, so I make a point to make my way to the gym that is at the house. I’ve kicked the shit out of my body today. I can’t help it, all I can think about is Ansley . . . I feel like a fucking teenage boy and I don’t understand it.
My teammates and I are all heading home for the Christmas break; we get from December twenty-second through the twenty-eighth off. We have to be back and ready to go on the twenty-ninth. The first race will be January tenth, which means no screwing off.
On my way to the airport, I can’t help but to wish that Ansley was coming home as well. She said that her Mom is coming there this year. She hasn’t seen her place yet so Ansley is flying her out. Ryan is headed home too; I can’t wait to hang with him and his parents for a night or two.
I sit down in first class and put my headphones in. The little cutie that will be sitting right next to me excuses herself, so she can squeeze in to get to the window seat. I, being the gentleman that I am, stand and enjoy the view when she bends forward to put her bag under her seat. I sit back just as she goes to stand back up. She jumps a bit when she hears my seatbelt click back in the clip.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, you’re fine,” she says, as she sits back and buckles in.
“Heading home for the holidays?”
“I am. And you?”
“Yep. Where’s home?”
She looks at me like I could be a stalker. Her eyebrows rise slightly. “Umm, Tennessee.”
“Tennessee is a great place,” I say, chuckling.
“It is, so where’s home for you?”
“Florida.”
“So, I guess we are stuck with each other for the next four hours,” she says, as she giggles at me.
“Whatever will we do?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
“Well, of course, join the Mile High Club.”
I just about spit the drink out of my mouth; that isn’t what I was expecting to come out of her mouth. “Well, if you’re game . . . meet me in the bathroom in ten. I mean, unless you want to do it right here in first class?”
“Shit, let’s give them a show.”
“I like the way you think.”
We both start laughing. We never do
She looks down, then back up at me. “I’m here, Coop, like really here.” She smiles a smile but it doesn’t reach out wide, it’s a kinda shy smile . . . beautiful as ever.
I sit down next to her at the table as she starts to tell me about why she’s in California and what she’s been doing. It’s hard to believe she is a Hyped girl. I don’t notice that Ryan left the room, and we are now alone. I want to hug her . . . kiss her. My mind goes blank as she continues to talk. I can only stare at her mouth. I’m shocked by my reaction to her, I knew I was attracted to her but honestly never knew til right now, just how much.
TIME IS PASSING BY here like a bolt of lightning and a roll of thunder. One day merges into the next. The night I left Ryan’s changed me. I haven’t even had sex with anyone in weeks. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t get Ansley out of my mind. We really haven’t discussed the kiss. We’ve touched upon it a few times, but we both seem to change the subject when the other one brings it up.
It’s been six weeks since then, and while she’s been busy with promotional appearances and traveling for Hyped; I’ve been going hard-core with my training. We’ve texted more and have even spoken on the phone a few times about what’s been going on. It’s been less and less awkward for us, but certainly not back to normal.
Thanksgiving is a blur. She went to be with her mother, Ryan stayed here in California with his team, as I did. We have the day to ourselves, to do what we want, but our Black Friday would be spent on a track. We decide at my house, to just stay in and try cooking a Thanksgiving meal. It isn’t too bad . . . well, it’s edible. We all sit around watching football and enjoying the downtime for five minutes. I need to get some frustration out, so I make a point to make my way to the gym that is at the house. I’ve kicked the shit out of my body today. I can’t help it, all I can think about is Ansley . . . I feel like a fucking teenage boy and I don’t understand it.
My teammates and I are all heading home for the Christmas break; we get from December twenty-second through the twenty-eighth off. We have to be back and ready to go on the twenty-ninth. The first race will be January tenth, which means no screwing off.
On my way to the airport, I can’t help but to wish that Ansley was coming home as well. She said that her Mom is coming there this year. She hasn’t seen her place yet so Ansley is flying her out. Ryan is headed home too; I can’t wait to hang with him and his parents for a night or two.
I sit down in first class and put my headphones in. The little cutie that will be sitting right next to me excuses herself, so she can squeeze in to get to the window seat. I, being the gentleman that I am, stand and enjoy the view when she bends forward to put her bag under her seat. I sit back just as she goes to stand back up. She jumps a bit when she hears my seatbelt click back in the clip.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, you’re fine,” she says, as she sits back and buckles in.
“Heading home for the holidays?”
“I am. And you?”
“Yep. Where’s home?”
She looks at me like I could be a stalker. Her eyebrows rise slightly. “Umm, Tennessee.”
“Tennessee is a great place,” I say, chuckling.
“It is, so where’s home for you?”
“Florida.”
“So, I guess we are stuck with each other for the next four hours,” she says, as she giggles at me.
“Whatever will we do?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
“Well, of course, join the Mile High Club.”
I just about spit the drink out of my mouth; that isn’t what I was expecting to come out of her mouth. “Well, if you’re game . . . meet me in the bathroom in ten. I mean, unless you want to do it right here in first class?”
“Shit, let’s give them a show.”
“I like the way you think.”
We both start laughing. We never do
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