Chapter Five––––––––
Trunk was grateful he had flown to Houston. Not only had they defeated the Riders, but he’d avoided Carla. It had been a chore to stay away from her the few days before the game, but he’d managed. Hiding in the workout room at the stadium helped. He was there, on the treadmill, as usual, trying to figure out his life.
Now, he was back in Monroe, and the next game was at home in Barker Stadium. Sweat gathered under his arms. How can I face Carla? The memory of the kiss, that incredible, mind-sucking, body exploding kiss. She hadn’t fought him off. Hazy as his memory was, the feel of her lips on his, the pressure of her hips against him, came flooding back, igniting every nerve in his body. And she hadn’t breathed a word, not a syllable, the next morning, or the few ti
