Tim shook off Peter's hands. "No one asked for your opinion, Peter. And I don't have a thing or a crush on her. Not that it's any of your business if I did" he said defensively. Then he watched as Chloe opened her locker and withdrew some books""Relax man. Jeez" Peter said. "I'm just messing with you obviously" "Well then" Dylan said to Tim. "From the look on your face, you look like you are scared of talking to her then. I totally understand if you like her though, she is kinda cute""What?" Tim said, though he knew deep in his heart that they were not entirely wrong. "Scared of what exactly? I'm not scared of talking to her. She's just a girl. There is nothing to be afraid of" "Well then" Oliver chipped in "She is right there. Why don't you go talk to her" Tim gave him a look and swung his backpack over his shoulder. "No way. Go talk to her and say what?" he said. Then he added

We don't talk much any more. He hasn't stopped the late coming... He says he is just busy at work. And I want to believe him... I do... But I just wish he could just understand that we miss him at home. I just see and feel this distance between us.. You know mom, I honestly don't know what to do" Delia nodded. "Maybe he is really busy, you know" she said. "and maybe he just wants you to be a bit more understanding. I understand how you feel too, but not talking about your problems won't make them go away. Nobody is going to fix it for you, so just make out time, whenever he's home and just talk to him... And no yelling "she added. "Just talk" Katherine smiled. "Fine. I won't yell" she said. "I'm just glad that at least one of us is happy"  "Oh relax" Delia said. "It's just a normal thing all families go through. And I'm sure it will be fine. I know how much you and Jensen love each other"  

"An ex who is an investor and you didn't even bother to tell me about it. What exactly do you take me for? You know what, I blame myself for this. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I'm leaving. Maybe there is another lady outside your door waiting for me to leave" Katherine said. "Come on, baby. Listen to me" Jensen said. "Baby?" Katherine repeated. "Don't Jensen. Don't baby me right now" "Will you please just listen to me?" he asked. "No I won't" Katherine said, and please don't even try to make me. I do not want to cause a scene here at your office. So if you want to talk, you can just come home or you can stay here and 'work' if you want. It's your choice, Jensen. As always "And before he could say anything else, she was out of his office and rushing down to her car ---------------------------"What you saw means nothin

Her body lifted, arching eagerly towards the source of its pleasure, and he seemed to like her responsiveness to him, his mouth suddenly hot and demanding against her flesh, enforcing on it a fierce rhythm that beat frantic ally through her blood, making the world explode into tingling shock waves of sensation that mingled with her sharp cries of pleasure until it became too much to bear and darkness overwhelmed her. Her body felt weak, completely boneless, her skin damp, her mind still grappling with the shock of her arousal.Jensen moved and she felt the rough brush of his tongue against her belly. It was like being licked by a giant cat, Katherine thought drowsily, feeling her skin grow warm and relax as life flowed back into her drained body. He made a sound in his throat that was almost a purr; a sexy male sound of satisfaction and pleasure.He had enjoyed what he had just done to her, she knew that. He liked the sensatio

"Then it won't matter if I talk to Coach Baker or not, will it?" Mrs Andrews said. "I'm sorry, dear, but my mind is made up. Maybe this is the motivation you need to buckle up. You may leave now, Tim" Tim stood there for a few seconds and when he saw that she wasn't going to listen to anything else he was going to say, he walked slowly out of the room. --------------------------Chloe Gilbert knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew she wasn't supposed to stay and listen to Tim's conversation with Mrs Andrews. She knew she was supposed to go on to class. She knew this was a private conversation and she shouldn't me eavesdropping. But her legs seemed rooted to the spot she had taken beside the door, and she didn't even know why she was so interested. She felt so sorry for Tim Packard. He sounded so hurt when Mrs Andrews told him he might not get to play football. She didn't know much about him, b