Page 65 of Brick Wall
Our conference games are just starting, and I know itwill be busy, but the schedule has a little more structure than invitational games—mostly Fridays and Sunday games. There’s quite a lot of travel involved, usually every other weekend.
The nice thing about this change is that my schedule is now more similar to Sebastian’s schedule. We both have Tuesdays off. All right, I may have tweaked the schedule slightly, so my Tuesdays are less busy than other days with a lighter practice day for my players, but that’s the perk of being head coach. Right?
I hear a knock on my apartment door, and I run to greet him.
Goldie has been staying over at Bryce’s more, so Sebastian volunteered to meet me at my place since I had the place to myself, and I still had a few things to accomplish today.
“Hey,” I greet Sebastian with a half hug since his hands are full with various bags.
“Hey,” he says, then kisses me on the cheek in greeting.
He throws his duffel on a chair and then brings the grocery bag to the kitchen.
“Cal has a private chef that makes him some meals during the season, and I hired him for a trial run, so ta-da,” he says when he pulls out a tin foil pan. “We just have to reheat it for a few minutes.”
After the dinner is successfully in the oven to warm up, Sebastian pins me against the kitchen counter, wrapping his hands around me.
“Hi, again.” He kisses me on the neck while working his way up to my ear, and whispers, “I missed you.”
It’s been only two days since I last saw him, but it feels longer.
“I missed you too,” I return his sentiments as his hands start to explore on their own accord.
“We have fifteen minutes until dinner is ready.”
“Oh, do we?” I say innocently, batting my eyelashes. “How ever should we spend our time?”
“I can think of a few ways.” He lifts me onto the kitchen counter with one hand.
Fuck, this man is strong. I’m not a small girl at all, but he makes lifting me seem so effortless.
“Only if you think we have time…” I whimper out between kisses.
“We have plenty of time,” Sebastian says confidently while stripping off my clothes.
* * *
Dinner got burnt.
We were distracted and didn’t hear the timer go off. It turns out we didn’t have as much time as we thought we did.
I’ve had worse for dinner before, though, and the company is top tier.
After we finish dinner, Bash pulls out two pieces of semi-wrinkled paper from his duffel bag. We are still sitting across from each other at my small, round dining table. I’ve already picked up most of our plates; only our glasses remain.
“This,” he says while handing the wrinkled papers to me, “is for you.”
“Thank you?” I say with uncertainty. I have no idea what he’shanding me.
I look down at the papers and see it’s his schedule.
“I thought we could compare schedules and map out the next couple of months together.”
I like how he automatically assumes we will still be seeing each other in the next few months. We haven’t even put a label on things yet, but I like that he’s confident in the direction we are going.
“Is that okay?” He takes my silence as hesitation, which it is absolutely not. I’m just surprised—in a good way.
“Yes,” I quickly say to reassure him. “Let me grab my laptop and planner, and I’ll meet you on the couch in a second.”
