Stacey’s POV:“Okay, any questions?” I asked the class one more time before it was time for break. The entire room was quiet, so I assumed there were no other questions.“Well, I guess that's it.” Just like clockwork, the bell rang and the class was dismissed.I glanced over at Noah’s desk. He's been absent for a few classes now. I wasn't really surprised; the big game was coming up, and he had been practicing day and night.I stepped out of the classroom, heading to my office, when a thought occurred. “Maybe just to see what he's up to?”No, you shouldn't. If he wanted to see you, he would have come over or, at the very least, called.I continued walking to my office, determined not to go and meet him, but that resolve didn't last long. “How about just a peek?”Oh! You fool.I arrived and peeked through the opening to see if anyone was in. I checked the seats and the coach’s seat, but it was completely and utterly empty.Okay, see, no one's there; you should just leave.I turned and
Stacey’s POV:We came back from the movies talking about how great the movie was. “You almost cried!!” Noah said, holding the steering wheel. “Well, it was kind of sad how it almost ended, but I loved it.” He stole a side glance. “I thought you would.”I smiled to the side, trying to hide my blush yet again.I leaned back into the seat, still feeling warm from the movie and from him, when I casually glanced down at the time on my phone.6:00 PM.My eyes widened slightly. “Oh shoot… Chloe was supposed to pick me up at six.”Noah glanced over again. “You told her where?”“Campus library,” I muttered, already grabbing my phone.He shook his head with a soft laugh. “You’ve been with me for hours, and she’s probably driving around like a maniac.”“She’s definitely going to kill me,” I said, unlocking my phone.“No, she’s not. Call her,” he said, already switching lanes. “Tell her not to worry; I’ll drop you off.”I looked over at him. “Are you sure?”He raised an eyebrow like it was the
Stacey’s POV:That grin deepened, the smug confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to me. I felt my pulse quicken in panic, maybe lust, maybe both.How the fuck is it even both! I needed to leave before I made a fool of myself.“I should get going,” I muttered, already turning on my heel.But his voice stopped me. “Meet me by the front entrance.”I turned back slowly, frowning. “What? Why?”He took another lazy sip of water and wiped his face with his shirt, exposing a brief flash of abs that made it criminally hard to maintain eye contact. “I’ll be out with my car in a bit,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.I blinked, my heart still stuttering. “And why would I do that?”His gaze sharpened just slightly, still playful, but something else simmered under the surface. “Because I said so, now do as you’re told .”Something about the way he said it made me feel weak and warm and reckless all over again. The line I kept telling myself not to cross
Stacey’s POV:I decided to go back to work today, and for some reason I really didn’t want to; my day off yesterday was amazing and surprisingly relaxing… But now! Now I have to go back to work and earn money or something.“Are you ready?” Chloe asked to adjust her suit.I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to go; can’t I just stay home?”She chuckled softly, reaching for the keys. “So you can stay with your so-called friend again?” She curled up her index and middle fingers to emphasize the friend in her sentence.My face turned red uncontrollably. “He’s just my friend, Chloe; don’t put air quotes.”“If you say so… can we go now?” I finished up with a ponytail, which went great with the red dress I wore. “Yeah, let’s go.” We stepped out and got into the car, and soon we were on our way. “So are you sure you’re going to be able to keep it cool in school?” I was applying some lipstick, using the rearview mirror as help. “What do you mean?”Chloe rolled her eyes in annoyance. “You kno
Stacey’s POV:Noah settled back against the couch, stretching out one leg as he cradled his tea. “School was… rough today, I guess, with my practice and classes,” he began, running a hand through his hair. “After the custody drama, everyone was whispering. I could practically hear them.”People knew!???“ Wait, hold up, people knew about what happened?” Surprise and fear all over my face.“Yeah, but don’t worry, I made sure the people who knew kept their mouths shut.” He slightly clenched his fist. Did he beat them up? Hot?…… No, you’re a teacher; you shouldn’t be enjoying it. Just change the topic.“Anyway… What else happened?” “Uhmmm, oh! Mr. Gonzalez… He actually asked if I wanted to help lead the study group for our poetry class.”I raised my eyebrows. “You? Leading a study group?”He laughed, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, can you believe it? Turns out I’m decent at interpreting symbolism. Weird flex, right?”I laughed with him, genuinely pleased. “Not weird at all. You’ve always
Stacey’s POV:The apartment was eerily quiet, just me, myself and I. Chloe had gone to work and my precious baby was in school. How did you agree to relax at home? Like who are you kidding? You don’t know how to relax. I stared blankly at the TV as I flipped through channels for what had to be the fiftieth time ughh. Cooking show. Crime drama. Sitcom reruns. More cooking shows. What is it with cooking shows?Nothing held my attention, but for once, I didn’t mind. The quiet boredom was oddly comforting. No courtrooms. No Liam. No Agatha. No Noah Just… stillness.I curled deeper into the couch, tugging my tank top down and stretching my legs out. Chloe’s advice was great. My “ugliest pajamas” turned out to be my old gray boxer shorts and a faded tank top that hung off one shoulder. No bra. No stress. No pretending. Just me, in my most undone form. Ahh yess free the boobs!!At some point, I waddled into the kitchen and made a lazy cup of tea, stirring in way too much honey because w