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“Okay,” Jane slurs. She’s probably too drunk to realize Tessa isn’t okay. “You kids have fun,” she says as she stumbles off. Nicole shoots Bobby an icy look. She looks almost as enraged as I am.

“Tessa, is everything okay?” Elaine asks. “Jane said you looked upset. What’s wrong?”

“I feel a little sick, Mom. I wanna go home,” Tessa says. No, she can’t leave. I haven’t even said hello to her yet. That jerk Bobby ruined everything.

“Are you sure, sweetie? We just got here a half-hour ago.” Hopefully, her mother can convince her to stay.

“I’m sure,” Tessa says. I’m burning up on the inside, wishing I could beg Tessa not to leave. But her mind is made up, with good reason.

“I’ll grab my things,” Elaine says.

“Don’t bother, Mom. I’ll just walk home,” Tessa says.

“Honey, you can’t walk home. You’re not feeling well, and you’ve been in the sun all day. I’ll just grab my bag, and we can go,” Elaine insists.

“Mom, you’re having fun. Stay. I’ll be okay,” she reassures her mother. Suddenly, a light bulb flashes in my mind.

“I can take her home,” I interject. The woman and her daughter turn toward me. Tessa’s face is still flushed from her interaction with Bobby. “I’d planned on heading out soon anyway, so it’s no trouble. It’ll be like old times,” I say, hoping her mother agrees.

“You don’t have to, Coach Mason,” Tessa says, hanging her curly head low.

“Nonsense, go with Mason, Tessa. That’s perfect! Your dad and I just met this really nice couple, and we aren’t ready to leave yet,” Elaine says.

“But, Mom-”

“No buts,” Elaine interrupts. “Mason is going to make sure you get home safely, as always.”

“Okay,” the bashful teen says.

I keep my cool as she walks in front of me toward my pickup truck. Her hips are covered by a towel she’s wrapped around her waist, but even with the cloth, her figure is still defined. I open the heavy door, watching her plump bottom sway as she climbs inside. She’s doing it again – turning me on without trying. This innocent girl has no idea what kind of thoughts of her run through my mind. The naughty things I’d do to her if I ever got the chance. Maybe this is my chance.

I finally have Tessa alone and all to myself. This is the perfect time to tell her how I feel about her. Her parents said she used to talk about me nonstop. There’s a chance that she feels the same exact way that I do. I have to take this risk. I have to pour my heart out to her and find out if there’s a possibility she’s in love with me too.

8

Tessa

My juices are flowing between my thighs as I ride next to the heavenly smelling Mason in his monster-sized pickup truck. I wish he would pull over and kiss me passionately. The whole town is at Nicole’s house, so no one would see. It was sexy the way he’d marched over to the pool after that asshole Bobby untied my bathing suit. The fury in his eyes made me want him in a way like never before. I was sure the immature boy was a dead man walking. Coach always tried to protect me. It’s reassuring to know that he still has my back. The big, strong alpha male would have knocked the wind out of Bobby with one strike. That would’ve taught him to keep his hands to himself. When he offered to take me home, I wanted to scream with glee, but I was still feeling a bit embarrassed by what Bobby had done to me, especially since Mason had watched the whole thing happen. I wanted to crawl into a hole.

The ride from Nicole’s place to mine isn’t as far as I’d like it to be. I have at most ten minutes in the truck with my protector. I need to milk every second with him. I want to ask him if I’m the type of curvy brunette he’s into. I never would have guessed that a man with a physique like his would be attracted to heavier women. Knowing that he likes women who enjoy eating makes me feel more confident. But I’m too shy to just ask my crush if he finds me attractive. Besides, flirting with him would be taboo. I can’t lead him on; a relationship between us would destroy his career and reputation in our small town. Knowing this, it’s still hard not to get all hot and bothered around him.

“So, how have you been?” he asks. His baritone voice makes me even wetter. Oh my gosh, I can’t let my hormones get the best of me. He’s the same age as my dad. I keep my eyes on the road and away from his smoldering hot body.

“Pretty good. How about you?” My voice cracks a little as I try to keep my composure. I wonder if he can tell I’m gushing over him right now.

“Can’t complain,” he says. “We keep running into each other,” he jokes.

“Yeah,” I giggle. I didn’t expect to see my old coach this much so early in the summer, but I’m glad I have. After a year of being without him, I was long overdue for a dose of Mason.

“Do you like working at Bagel Bunch?” he asks.

“Yeah, everyone there is nice, plus I get to work with Nicole. And I get all the free bagels I want. It’s a pretty cozy job,” I say.

“That’s good. I’m glad you like it,” he says as he grips the steering wheel firmly. I wish it was my body he had his hands tightly around. His big burly hands would know how to handle my curves way better than Bobby’s tiny hands. But I can’t think this way about this grown man.

“The school year is almost up for you. Any summer plans?” I ask, trying to get the thought of him caressing my body out of my head.

“Not really. I’ll probably hit the beach a couple of times, but other than that, I don’t have anything planned. How about you?” he asks.