Page 8 of The Coach

“Well?”

“Well, what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she’s asking.

“Who was he?” Cassie’s eyes drift back to the goalie. I frown at her.

“He was…” I shrug, embarrassed that I never got Tanner’s last name. Even more embarrassed that I left my number, and two days later, my phone has stayed quiet. “Just some guy.”

She raises a brow. “Just some guy? Does he go to our school?”

I scoff. “Uh, not unless he was—” I cut myself off, biting my lip.

“Not unless he was what?” I look over at Cassie, who hasn’t stopped staring at me. “Not unless he was…” She gasps, grabbing my arm and gripping it tightly. “Mick! Did you sleep with a professor?”

Thankfully, she has the reservation to whisper that bit.

Shaking my head, I sigh. “I…” A groan leaves me. “I don’t know. If he is a professor, I don’t have him for any of my classes.”

Cassie gasps again and draws attention. “Micayla! Are you serious?”

I scrunch my nose. “I don’t know, okay?”

Her gaze doesn’t leave my face, and she sighs. “Well, was it good, at least?”

“Cassie! Holy shit, you have issues.”

She shrugs. “What? It isn’t anything Vic wouldn’t ask.”

My head falls into my hand, and I sigh. “Yeah, well, thankfully, she isn’t here.”

“You’re not kidding. She would ask for a full description with a diagram to go along with it.”

Laughing, I watch her take another sip of beer and wait for more interrogating. “Well?”

She looks over at me. “Well, what?”

“That’s it? No more questions?”

Cassie sighs. “Oh, I have questions, all right. Like how was he? Did he wine and dine you, or was it straight to the action? What made him special enough to give him a flower from your garden? Did he pass out right after, or was there cuddling?”

I cast a glance at the people around us and lower my voice. Cassie leans toward me. “Those are your questions? Really? And flower from my garden? What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that when a young woman goes ages without sex, her flower re-blooms,” she whispers back, looking unperturbed. “These are important things.”

“Well, yes, he bought my dinner. But I was really the one that initiated it. And he was very…” I clear my throat. “Satisfying.”

She wiggles her brows playfully. “Ooh, satisfying, huh?”

I nudge her, and she chuckles. “But it doesn’t matter, because he never followed up.”

“Are you kidding me?” she asks, shocked. “He ghosted you?”

I turn back to the rink, not wanting to continue this somehow painful conversation. “Let’s just watch the game.”

“Aw.” Cassie throws an arm around my shoulders and tugs me close. “Hey, if he treats you like that, then he’s not worth another thought. Don’t even worry about him, okay?”

I nod and know she’s right. I shouldn’t worry about Tanner not reaching out. It was a one-night stand. A fun, amazing, sexy, one-night stand.

But I doubt I’ll ever see him again.

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