The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

exit out of a tunnel and into the parking lot, which is mostly vacant except for a few cars along the back row, which is lit up by lampposts.
     
    The brightness stings at my eyes. “Why did that happen?”
     
    His emerald eyes sparkle as he shrugs his shoulders. “I wonder if that was by accident, or if it was done intentionally to get us off the field?”
     
    I adjust my hands a little so my arms are looped around the back of his neck. “Were you not supposed to be playing there?”
     
    “Technically, no.” His smile grows like he’s enjoying the moment. “But I’m extremely glad I did.”
     
    I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. “Now what do we do?”
     
    He’s quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine.
     
    “Should we see where the wind takes us?” he asks.
     

    I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. “That sounds good to me.”

Chapter 13
     
     
     
    #9 Dance in the Rain
     
    #13 Live in the Moment
     
    #17 Be Yourself
     
     
     
    Kayden
     
    I’ll admit it. I had the whole thing planned and it ended up going where I hoped it would go. Ever since I told Callie about my father, we’d been getting close as friends. Which was fine, except I’m extremely fucking attracted to her, a revelation that came to me during an intense moment in the library.
     
    She’d been helping me study for an English exam and when she showed up, she’d had a jacket on. As she was reading me some of her notes, she took off the jacket. Underneath it, she had on a white t-shirt and I could see the outline of her bra through it and her nipples poking up through the fabric. She probably didn’t realize it because she is not the kind of girl that would do that on purpose. In fact, if I pointed it out to her, her cheeks would get red and she’d run off.
     
    “Kayden?” she asked, looking at me perplexedly. “Are you listening? You kind of look like you’re spacing off.”
     
    I was leaning back in the chair with my arm on the table and a pen in my mouth as I chewed on the end. “I kind of was.”
     
    She let out an exhausted sigh. “Do you want me to read it again?”
     
    I nodded my head, barely paying attention. “Sure.”
     
    She started reading from the book and my mind went back to dirty thoughts of what it would be like to touch her all over and make her moan underneath me as I rocked into her. I wondered if she’d let me if I tried. The friend’s thing seemed to be working for us. She made me laugh and smile and I was enjoying myself. My dark thoughts and problems had been contained more than they had in a long time.
     
    It seemed like I should just let things be, but the more I watched her lips read the words from the book, the more I wanted to bite on them.
     
    Her eyes rose up from the book and she was trying to look angry. “You’re not listening to me, are you?”
     
    I shook my head, unable to stop myself from grinning at her. “Not really. Sorry. I’m kind of distracted.”
     
    “With what?” she asks with uncertainty. “Do you want to talk about it?”
     
    It took a lot not to smile and whisper in her ear every single detail about the very vivid images running through my mind. “No, that’s okay. Trust me. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”
     
    Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to figure out why I was so happy. “Do you need a break?”
     
    “Nah, you can keep reading. I’m enjoying the sound of your voice.”
     
    She sucked her bottom lip in to stifle a smile and that nearly threw me over the edge. I decided that I needed to be with her just a little bit more so I conjured up my lovely football plan.
     
    After the lights shut off at the field, we end up back at my room. I’m surprised how willingly she went with me. I almost backed out a few times on our way there, when my emotions were getting a little too intense for me.
     
    She walks around the small space in between the beds, glancing at my stuff, and picks up a DVD case, reading the back. “You recorded all your games?”
     
    I pull a face as I take my hat off and toss it onto the bed. “No, my dad did. He liked to make me watch it afterward, so he could point out everything I did wrong.”
     
    She sets down the case and turns to me. “I’m sorry.”
     
    “No, I’m sorry,” I say, raking my fingers through my