Chapter Twenty-Six
The couch dips where Letty takes a seat beside me, a giant cup of coffee in her hands as she tucks one leg under her.
“You called it an early night the other day,” she remarks, eyeing me speculatively through thick lashes.
“Guess so,” I say, peering back down at my laptop with the blank screen still in front of me, unchanged from how it was an hour ago.
“ Mija , you know you can’t play those games with me. You’ve got something on your mind; the least you can do is let me help you with that homework assignment you’ve been staring at all morning,” she says, scooting closer to me.
“It’s fine, really. I just don’t know what to write about.”
She quirks a dark brow at me, pulling my laptop out of my hands and settling it on the armrest on her side of the couch.
“Is that because a certain coach is on your mind?” she asks, her full lips turning up in a smirk.
“You know, it’s not, but thanks for asking,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“ Ajá !” she shouts, jabbing a finger at me. “So you admit you are thinking about him!”
I slump into the cushions, clenching my eyes shut and shoving a throw pillow over my face to scream into it.
“Yes! Alright?” I shout, tossing the pillow between us, frustration leaching into my words.
My jaw aches, and I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples as the grin widens on Letty’s annoyingly flawless face. It should really be illegal to look that fucking pretty all the time.
Hell, she’s one of my best friends and I’d fuck her.
“And you want to sleep with him, right?”
I narrow my eyes at her, pinching my lips together in defiance.
“Answer the question, Elise,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, making her enormous tits look even more luscious.
“Would you put those things away? They’re distracting,” I say, nodding my chin at her chest.
“Stop changing the subject. You have a thing for our coach. Now admit it.”
“Fine. Yes,” I say, my voice sounding whiny and annoying. “I want him to fill every one of my holes and make me fucking beg for it. Now, can you help me with this essay?”
She smiles broadly, moving the laptop to her lap, and gets to work, typing away happily now that she’s gotten the answer she wanted from me.