Bonus Epilogue
Zach
“Aw, shit!” I hiss, hurrying to set my coffee mug down without spilling even more of the scorching liquid on myself.
Cursing more, I use both hands to hold the soaked fabric of my t-shirt away from my body.
I thought it’d be nice to surprise Sugar with some coffee in bed, since we were out late for Jackson’s engagement thing last night. But now I’m wearing most of it, and the shirt I put on ten minutes ago is beyond salvaging.
Making sure it’s cooled enough, I yank the shirt off and toss it on the edge of the sink. “Great start to the day, Zach.”
Feeling sticky already, I run a handful of paper towels under the tap and start to wipe at my chest.
Seeing that I’m making a mess, rivulets of water running down my abs, soaking into my white boxer briefs, making them nearly transparent, I toss the clump into the sink and sigh.
And that’s when someone knocks on the front door.
“Seriously?” I throw my hands up and stride across Izzy’s kitchen toward the front door.
It might be presumptuous to answer her door, but she was still sleeping peacefully when I got out of bed, and I don’t want some jerk waking her up.
Now, if I’d actually consumed any of the coffee, rather than just wearing it, I might’ve been awake enough to realize that I shouldn’t answer the door in nothing but my damp, see-through boxer briefs.
But I didn’t think. I didn’t think at all.
So, when I swing the door open, I’m greeted with a sight worse than a door-to-door salesman.
“Morn-” Coach’s greeting cuts off when he catches sight of me.
He was obviously expecting Izzy to answer the door.
And I was obviously not expecting to start my day standing in front of my girlfriend’s dad in my underwear.
But alas, here we are.
We both just stand there, staring at each other for one very long heartbeat.
“Um,” I start, right as Coach clears his throat.
Dropping one hand to cover my junk, I hold up the other hand in the weirdest attempt at a wave, “I’ll get Izzy.”
Coach nods, and I think I hear him snort when I turn around, but I don’t wait to confirm.
Nope, I sprint across the great room, not slowing until I burst into the bedroom.
Izzy’s already standing near her closet, tying a robe around her waist. “Is that coffee I smell?”
Instead of answering her question, I dive headfirst onto the bed. Feeling more mortified than I thought possible, I commit a tuck-and-roll when I hit the mattress, wrapping myself in the comforter.
“Zach?!” she laughs, “What are you doing?”
“Your dad is here,” I reply, face down on the mattress.
“What? I can’t understand you. ”
I feel her peel back the edge of the blanket and I turn my head enough to enunciate, “Your. Dad. Is. Here.”
“Now?”
I nod.
“You just left him out there?”
She sounds honestly confused as to why I’d do that, so I lift my head enough to look at her.
“He saw me in my underwear.”
I don’t miss the snort of humor she tries to hide, “I’m sure he’s seen you in your undies in the locker room before.”
I shake my head and faceplant back on the bed. “This is different.”
There’s a breeze on the back of my legs, telling me she’s lifting the blanket to look at my butt.
When I hear her burst of laughter, I drag the blanket back up over my head.
I knew I should have burned this pair the day she bought them for me. Just like I know exactly what she’s seeing. The big grinning face of Blizz, the Minnesota Sleet mascot, staring up at her from my ass.