I nod. Reluctantly. I definitely had a great time at the game, which surprised me. It was fun watching them play, getting swept up in the crowd’s enthusiasm. But my eyes were pretty much locked on Knox whenever he was on the field.
I was completely entranced by his agility. His speed. The ease in which he caught the ball, blindly most of the time it seemed. He just had that much faith the ball would land in his hands. Witnessing him run that touchdown in had me leaping out of my seat, cheering like a major fangirl. Natalie gave me a look like,what’s gotten into you?
Knox Maguire. That’s what’s gotten into me.
Well. Not literally. Unfortunately.
See, that way of thinking leads to trouble. There will be no more making out during our tutoring sessions. We need to keep things on the up and up, which means I need to keep my distance. I shouldn’t hang around him tonight.
Assuming he’d even want to hang out with me. He’ll be swarmed by women at the bar, all of them clamoring for even five seconds of his attention, so why would he waste his time on me? He’s already had me in a sense.
No way do I want to see him move on with someone else.
This is why I should avoid guys like him. Like my father. They’re nothing but trouble.
“I’m so tired though.” I offer her a wan smile, lowering my lids to look sleepy.
More eye-rolling from Natalie. “Yeah, that’s not going to fly with me. We’re going.”
“You don’t mind if I tag along, do you?” Blair’s eyes are wide when we both turn to look at her. “It’s just—I never get to hang out with the guys. Knox is always chasing them off, or chasingmeoff. I don’t have a lot of friends yet here and—”
“You can definitely tag along,” Natalie interjects, her voice soft. The look she sends me tells me I can’t back out now. We have to do it for Blair.
“Oh my gosh, thank you guys! I appreciate it.” Blair lunges forward, wrapping both of us in a group hug and we automatically hug her back.
She really is sweet. She talks nonstop, but it’s not annoying. I think she’s just lonely for friendship.
“It’s going to take a while to get out of here. I’m sure the parking lot is a nightmare,” Natalie says as we exit the stadium and pour into the lot with the rest of the crowd. “And I’m starving.”
“We can grab something to eat real quick before we go to Logan’s,” I suggest, making a little face when I say the bar’s name.
I’m still reluctant to go, but I know Natalie won’t let me stay home. Not like I can tell her the real reason I don’t want to go—witnessing women throwing themselves at Knox won’t be fun.
At all.
Especially since he had his tongue practically down my throat only a couple of days ago.
“Taco Bell is right down the street,” Blair adds, earning approving nods from Nat and me.
It takes us almost thirty minutes to get out of the parking lot, and by the time we show up at the Taco Bell, the drive-thru is super long. Natalie parks her car and we go inside, where the line isn’t nearly as backed up, but we still have to stand in line, listening to the group of women ahead of us go on and on about how sexy Knox Maguire is.
“His ass is perfection,” one of them says dreamily.
“His entire body is perfection,” another one adds.
I can attest to that. I’ve had my hands all over his shoulders and chest. I sat in his lap. I’ve had his mouth on mine, his tongue tangled with mine and my fingers in his hair—
“That can’t be easy, listening to women go on and on about your brother,” Natalie says, her voice low.
Blair grimaces. “It’s awful.”
I can never, ever tell Blair about my moment with Knox. She’ll probably think I’m trying to get close to her because of her brother, which is so not the case.
The timing of all of this is nothing short of awful.
“So.” Natalie settles at one of the tables, Blair and I sitting across from her as we wait for our order. “Since we’re on the subject, tell us more about your brother.”
Blair blows out an exaggerated breath. “Ugh, what do you want to know?”