Semua Bab The Coach's Forbidden Play: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sage"s POV I managed to make it through dinner without my heart jumps into my mouth. The soft glow of the kitchen lights enveloped us and I felt the warmth against the encroaching twilight. I was washing the dishes along with Andrew before Pauline stepped into the kitchen.Pauline immediately shooed Andrew and me towards the dining table. "You two handle that," she’d chirped, a mischievous glint in her eye as she winked at me, "I've got the dishes." My stomach did a little flip. A wink from Pauline. It wasn't exactly subtle and it sent a fresh wave of anxiety washing over me. Andrew didn't waste anymore time and he was already clearing plates, his movements were precise and efficient. I joined him, the clinking of cutlery and the rustle of napkins filling the otherwise heavy silence. I rearranged the chairs, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from the tablecloth, anything to avoid looking at him, to avoid acknowledging the deep tension that had settled between us like an extra guest at th

Andrew's POV The soft chime of the doorbell was like a tuning fork struck against my ribs, a vibration that resonated deep within me, echoing the knot of anticipation already tightening in my stomach. There Sage stood, outside my doorsteps. My mind immediately flashed to her, a strange blend of delight and an unsettling sense of unease washing over me. I hadn't expected her, especially not after our last dinner. That sudden, unexplained departure had left me feeling adrift, like a rudderless ship in a calm sea. A growing chasm seemed to be forming between us and even now, as my footsteps carried me toward the door, I could almost feel the weight of words hanging in the air, a thick palpable silence that promised both answers and further questions.When her gaze finally met mine through the peephole, I saw it. There was a flash of guilt, a shadow dancing in the depths of her eyes that mirrored the confusion in my own heart. It was a fleeting thing and barely there but enough to conf

Sage's POV The lingering scent of our lovemaking still clung to the air, a sweet, heavy perfume that felt utterly out of place with the sudden chill that had fallen between Andrew and me. One moment, we were wrapped in the languid afterglow, his breath soft against my hair and the next, his expression tightened, a deep frown etching lines on his forehead. He pulled back, his gaze searching, trying to decipher the unasked question in my eyes."Why are you asking that, Sage?" he finally said, his voice laced with a confusion that mirrored my own internal turmoil.I sat up, the silken sheets whispering around my body as I pulled them closer, a flimsy shield against the sudden vulnerability I felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. "Just curious, Andrew. Really." My voice was a breathy whisper, barely audible, betraying the hurricane churning inside me.He sat up too, the movement deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. "Curious? Abou

Sage's POV The cool spray of water was a balm against my skin, washing away the lingering scent of stale gym air and the faint sound of nervous anticipation that had been my constant companion all morning. My apartment, small but meticulously kept, felt like a sanctuary after the whirlwind of the library. A quick shower, then a change into my favorite worn jeans and a soft, oversized hoodie – comfort was key. I wasn’t sure why, but something in my gut told me this afternoon was going to be… different.The walk to the library was a familiar one, though this time, each step felt lighter and imbued with a nascent hope I hadn’t dared to fully acknowledge. The grand oak doors, usually so imposing seemed to beckon me in. The scent of old paper and quiet knowledge enveloped me as I stepped inside, a comforting embrace I hadn’t realized I craved.“Sage! Just the person I was about to call!”Lana, the librarian with the kind eyes and perpetually smiling face, bustled towards me, her voice a w

Sage's POV The warm, golden glow of the living room, which was usually a comforting embrace, felt like a spotlight pinning me to the plush sofa. All eyes it seemed had swiveled in unison, landing squarely on me. Expectations hung thick in the air, a palpable weight that made my chest feel tight. Even Beth, bless her enthusiastic little heart, was giving me the go-ahead, her bright eyes wide with anticipation, a silent signal urging me forward. I desperately flashed my gaze to Kay and a silent plea for rescue, for him to swoop in and unravel this burgeoning misunderstanding. But he just stood there, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, leaving me to my own devices.It was Beth, thankfully, who broke the silence, her voice surprisingly gentle for someone usually so boisterous. "It wouldn't be bad," she began, a hopeful lilt to her words, "if you admitted you were my uncle's girlfriend. You don't have to be sad about it, Sage."Sad? My eyebrows shot up. This whole situati