He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,6

basket on his desk and placing them in a folder before shoving it down in his bag.

"I didn't know cute nerds were your thing, Coach," my right tackle said, looking a bit too gleeful.

"Move along, Troy," I said dryly, pointing my thumb out toward the hallway. "Or I'll add a couple more gassers to your running this afternoon."

He curled his lip and moved more quickly than I'd been aware his large frame could, but just before he disappeared completely into the crowd, he glanced at me over his shoulder, giving me a thumbs-up, and I rolled my eyes and chuckled, turning back toward Newell. I smiled like an idiot and waved, just like I always did before stepping inside.

"Are you busy?" I asked, biting my lip.

He shook his head, his eyes wide as they ran over me. "Not really," he whispered before clearing his throat and stepping around his desk. "I was going to run down and grab something to eat from the cafeteria. Have you been outside… doing something?"

I blinked, glancing down at my shirt, a little surprised to find it molded to me from the sweat. "Coach May is sick today, so I was out with the cross-country team, running." I cringed, curling my lip. "I forgot to go change. Do I stink?"

I pulled on the collar of my shirt, lifting it to take a sniff and frowning slightly. It wasn't terrible, but I would have rather not come into his classroom like this.

"Uh." Newell moved closer, sniffing the air. Closer. Closer. Until he was standing right in front of me, leaning ever so slightly into the foot of space surrounding me. He took a deep breath and the slightest little sound left his throat before he swallowed and stepped back slightly, shaking his head hard. "Nope. No stink. You might get cold from the air though."

He glanced down at my chest, and I barely held back a laugh when his eyes rounded slightly.

My nipples aren't hard because of the air, Newell. They're hard because you're standing so close and my entire body is buzzing.

"You could eat with me," I said, drawing his attention away from my chest, and he quickly dropped the hand that had been moving through the air toward me.

Damn. He'd been about to touch me, and my overeager ass had ruined it.

He blinked at me for a while, tilting his head to the side. "With you?"

I held up a bag and he blinked, his eyes moving toward it absently. "I brought two of everything. Well, everything except for this." Rearranging the bag in my hands, I pulled out a bottle, presenting it to him while he looked on, clearly still a little confused.

"Oh," he said, blinking out of it after a moment, a small smile tipping his mouth. "Chocolate milk?"

"They didn't have your favorite kind, but I read that this brand is comparable."

He took it when I handed it to him, his mouth falling open as he looked back and forth between the milk and me. "How do you know what my favorite kind is?"

"I remember from when you went to school here. You would always walk into the back of the cafeteria and come out with a sixteen-ounce bottle and a straw."

He huffed out a laugh, blinking hard and shaking his head. "My aunt used to know one of the lunch ladies. They were long-time friends. She would put it in the refrigerator for me, so it would stay nice and cold. You remember that?"

"Yeah. You did it like every day. I always think about you when I see that kind at the store. I've never drank one in my life, but I look for it all the time."

He seemed completely stunned, but he pulled the milk close, smiling bashfully after a moment. "Thank you."

Was that too revealing? That was probably too revealing. I was going to end up scaring the poor guy off.

Maybe it was a good thing the guy was oblivious when it came to me. There were certain aspects of this preoccupation with him that could probably come off a little stalkery.

***

Why the hell was I so damn nervous? We'd had a nice lunch together and talked quite a bit. I'd gotten him to open up a little, and he'd even made a cute little science joke before blushing bright red and rolling his eyes when I chuckled. Of course, I'd spent the entire time uncomfortably hard, because I still apparently had a mind like a teenager and kept getting