Shit. There was no ignoring him now.
Instead of standing there, staring back at him like an idiot, I stalked over to the bar, my heart racing faster with every step.
“Hey,” I offered.
“Funny meeting you here,” Damien replied, his voice hoarse.
“I’m picking up dinner for me and Jo on the way home.”
“Me too. I mean, obviously I’m having dinner.”
I glanced at his half-eaten plate with a nod. Burger and fries, a man after my own heart.
“Looks great. It’s my first time here.”
“Me too. The food and the beer’s amazing.”
We stared at each other for far too long, something heady flashing between us. It wasn’t all me and it wasn’t my imagination. Damien’s eyes drifted lower to my lips, then back up again, catching my gaze. I knew interest when I saw it. And fuck, it took everything in menotto lean forward and brush my mouth against Damien’s ear. I wanted to feel him tremble, to tease him, and taste his skin.
Was it smart to eye-fuck my coach? Absolutely not.
Was I going to do it again? Absolutely yes.
Until the bartender spoke and startled me from the trance I was caught in; namely, Damien’s vivid blue gaze.
“Hey, I’m Kolt. Can I get you anything?”
“Silas.” I turned and greeted him with a nod. “I’m waiting for a pickup order.”
“Nice to meet ya. You two know each other?” Kolt asked as he glanced at Damien.
I replied “yes” at the same time Damien mumbled “sort of.”
“Sort of?” I quipped and placed a hand over my heart. “Ouch, what happened to ‘See you Wednesday’?”
“You work together?” Kolt asked.
“Yes,” I replied and left it at that.
Kolt started to chuckle, and I no idea why. What was so funny about that?
“I figured you were an athlete. I’ll go check on your order,” Kolt added and walked away, leaving me alone with Damien.
Well, as alone as we could get in a crowded bar.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening,” I muttered as I leaned against the bar top, facing Damien again.
Instead of doing what I wanted, sitting my ass down on the empty bar stool next to him, I decided to stay standing as I was. Damien looked relaxed for once, far too tempting, and sitting next to him in the cozy atmosphere of the pub was only going to make matters worse.
If only he wasn’t my coach, if only I had more time, if only, if only…
“Nothing to interrupt,” Damien responded and reached for his beer, taking a long sip.
“He’s cute.”
“Who?”
“The bartender.”
