A bead of sweat dripped slowly down his forehead, down his cheek, his chin, to the ground, glistening all the way. His shirt was essentially doused. God, look at those quads; look at that lovely, tanned physique. Brook's mouth watered a little.
She felt as if every eye was on her, watching her watching him. She knew it was a little neurotic, but she felt as though she would be caught staring at him and then, well then, everyone would know. She had had a crush on him since he was teaching her tennis at 10. Now, she was still so much younger than he was, but at least she was legal.
It might have been her hoping a little too much but she felt like he was always flirting with her. Maybe he was just a flirt. Maybe he was just being nice and she was misconstruing it all completely. He turned at her, looked intensely back at her and winked. He then fell back in to determined, hard-core tennis player mode. No, she definitely wasn't imagining it.
Brook was actually a little jealous about the tennis game. He was giving it every ounce of his attention, his focus, and his total physical abilities. She wanted that. She didn't know what she would do with it once she had it, but she wanted it.
She watched the game intently trying to feign interest in the tennis and not in the player. She was really just waiting for the game to end so she could go give Will a hard time. She didn't really want to give him a hard time, she wanted to give him a hard on, but that was WAY out her comfort zone. She wished it weren't.
She really wasn't sure what type of girls he was into. Much to her pleasure, she had never seen him with a girl in any other capacity than coach. She noticed that the small crowd around her began standing. She was so lost in thought she didn't even realize that the game was finally over and will was walking straight towards her.
"Hey, so who won?"
Ah shit. She should have paid more attention. Now she definitely was going to look like she didn't like him. How could she not pay attention? She'd just play it off.
"Well, I dunno. I think you won, but I really wasn't all that interested."
"Lucky guess, and I saw you starin' the whole game, your were totally interested." He winked again and made a face like he knew exactly why she was staring. But, she had tried so hard to not show anything towards him. Was she that transparent? Did he possibly know that he made her blood boil and that every day she didn't see him, she was just waiting for another tennis practice to see him?
She was getting flustered with him standing there, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead. "Brook? You're staring again. I'm gonna start thinking you're in love."
Jesus christ, did he have to bring it up like that? Like it was a joke. She felt her cheeks burning red. "You wish. Anyway, good game. You didn't trip or anything, it was really amazing."
He snorted a chuckle out. "Thanks sweetie. It's damn hot out isn't? You wanna go take a swim in the pool with me?"
"I, uh, I dunno." She was more than a little anxious about stripping down into a bathing suit in front of him. But, she also saw potential. Maybe, if she could just step out of her shell and go swimming with him, maybe, something would happen. "I guess I'll go."
"Great, I'll see you in ten."
She rushed to the locker room. Thoughts were pouring through her head like water. Were coach-student relations not allowed? Did he want her to come swimming because he liked her? Was he just being friendly? She was so excited her stomach was tying in knots. Quickly she changed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked okay she thought. She let down her hair; that looked a lot better. She self-consciously wrapped a towel around her waist, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
He was already in the water leaning against the side of the pool with his head back and his eyes closed. She stood in the sun, squinting down at him, not sure what to do. She almost wanted to turn back, but it was too late now. She looked down at his face. He was gorgeous. Tan, dark brown hair, when they were open, dark brown eyes; intense eyes.
He opened his eyes and for a breath moment there was nothing but them. He looked right at her and she at him. There was a sudden intimacy that caused Brook to blush and quickly look away, and then the moment was gone.
"Well, are you just gonna keep standing there, gawking, or are you gonna get it. It's not cold, don't be a sissy."
"Oh shut it, I just got here, gimme a break."
She smiled inwardly, unwrapped the towel and laid it on a chair. She turned around to catch his gaze. He literally looked her up then down. She felt nearly naked the way her looked at her. She walked over to the steps and slowly descended into the water.
"Oh christ, come on you pansy, get in the water or I'll have to make you."
Well that was incentive to take her sweet time. The thought of his hands on her, no matter what the context made her feel a heat between her legs that she wasn't even ready to acknowledge. She stopped on the third step and shivered in pretense.
He waded over to her with a sly smile on his face. She knew she was going to get exactly what she wanted. He stopped right in front of her, so close she could smell him. He smelled slightly of sweat but there was a manly, virile scent also emanating from him. She was so hot at that moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Are you gonna make me use force, young lady?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she sniffed. She turned up her nose and continued to ever so slowly get into the water.
In a blinding instant, he had his large hands encircled around her waste. He threw her, as though she weighed nothing, over his shoulder and made his walk to the deeper waters.
"What are you doing?! This is completely uncivilized! Put me down you big buffoon!" She talked like she was mad but his touch was secretly sending electric through her entire body. And that fake writhing she was doing to try to get out of his grip was only adding to her thrill. She squealed out of delight as he plucked her off his should and threw her into the water.
She knew just how to play this angle. She came up gasping for air and made a face that said "of course you know, this means war!" She swam over to him and jumped on his back. She wrapped her legs around him tightly.
"Oooo, I like this fighting tactic."
