After dinner, Coach heads to the hotel and my folks head to bed, leaving Mutt and I sitting on the porch swing, getting caught up.
I tell him about school, how I am now tutoring because my grades are so high, about all the after-school activities I’m involved in, about Kevin, Deedee and Chase. Mutt takes it all in, smiling the entire time.
During a pleasant lull in the conversation, he puts his arm behind me on the back of the swing and rests his head against mine, rubbing my shoulder with his fingers. I hum at the familiarity of it, even though he’s changed so much since the last time I saw him. He hums, too, and then we both laugh.
He uses his other hand to turn my head toward him. My heart starts pounding so hard, I’m pretty sure he can hear it. When he licks his lips, I close my eyes and lean forward. It feels like the air crackles between us before I feel his lips brush against mine. I whimper, feeling him smile against my lips in response. He chuckles before he does it again, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Open your eyes, Lola. Look at me. Let me see you,” he says, his voice low. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I open my eyes and gaze into his.
“I… I think you should definitely do that again,” I breathe.