My feelings for Brody had come rushing back as soon as I saw him on the field. Even though we had only spent a few hours together that night at the bar, we had a connection. That was undeniable. Sure, I was angry with him for never calling, and for blaming me for it, but beneath that anger was a sizzling, magnetic attraction for the man.
Okay, maybe a big part of that was seeing him shirtless today. But I swear that attraction existed when he was fully clothed, too.
Overall, I was glad to have run into Brody again. He wasn’t just a random encounter that had disappeared. He was a real guy who actually existed. And now that I had made the cheerleading team, I was kind of excited to see him again. Partly because I wanted to win the argument about the phone number, but partly because I wanted to see his dumb, sexy face again.
I almost jumped out of my skin when a hand touched me on the shoulder. “I wasn’t trying to insult your appearance,” Eric said. “Sometimes I can be a bit too academic about these things. I am sorry if you took offense.”
I flashed him a fake smile. “It’s okay. I know what you meant.”
“Are you staying over tonight?” he asked.
I hesitated, then said, “No, I’m going to head home. I have work to do.”
Eric furrowed his brow. “You told me you finished grading everything until your students turn in their papers next week.”
“I want to work on my syllabus for the fall class,” I quickly said. “I’m not sure about the pacing of the reading material. I think I’m giving my students too much reading in the first week.”
Eric smiled. “Too much too early is a good thing. It weeds out the slackers.”
As we kissed goodbye, I didn’t really feel anything. I told myself it was because I was still annoyed by his comments, and not because I was suddenly enamored with the man who had charmed me three months ago, and who had now suddenly reappeared in my life.