When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(85)
“You did awesome tonight,” Kennedy praises wiggling her legs to be put back down to the earth.
“I have some big news to share,” I confess proudly.
“I don’t think its news when we all know who those scouts were here to see.” Kennedy playfully elbows me in the side.
“Oh is that right?” I elbow her back as we walk back to the far corner to the booth. “Then enlighten me on what happened tonight. I’d love to hear your little theories.”
“Let me guess. Hundreds of scouts are going back to their fancy far off schools and are going to put up a fight to see who you decide to commit to in the end.” Kennedy looks to me for a response. “Am I at least a little bit close?”
I throw my arm around her shoulder squeezing her into my side. She fits perfectly against my body. She hastily wraps her hands around my waist as if she can’t get close enough.
“Close, babe. Georgia’s scout is going to be making a visit to our next game to see me pitch. That’s always been my first choice and now it doesn’t seem that far away,” I say honestly.
Kennedy slides into the booth turning her attention back to me. “Anyone who isn’t blind can see that you were meant to play baseball, Graham.” She reaches under the table placing her hand on my thigh running it up and down the length as far as she can reach letting it land just a tad too close to where I want her touch the most. She traces circles with her thumb causing a heat to course through my body making me instantly hard.
Realizing how rude Kennedy and I are being I turn my attention to our waiting friends. Violet is studying the two of us as if we are her science project that she just doesn’t quite understand and Dan is doing what he does best, studying Violet’s curves.
I slap him on the side of the head to break his concentration. Dan rubs the spot immediately.
“What the hell was that for?” Dan stammered trying to hide the smirk on his face. He knows damn well what that’s for. I don’t think the two of them have admitted that they are more than just the fuck buddies that they claim to be.
“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that it’s rude to eye fuck a girl in front of people?” We all laugh at my bluntness.
“The same person, who forgot to teach Kennedy not to rub her boyfriend hard under the table obviously,” Violet snaps back flashing a wink towards Kennedy. Kennedy nearly chokes on her water. I pat her on her back lightly as the two girls fall into another howl of laughter.
“I’m not…” Kennedy argues back at her best friends accusation completely horrified. Violet’s eyebrow rises in skepticism. “What! I wasn’t.”
Violet throws her hands up in surrender. “I’m not judging. I’m damn proud. Who knew Graham Black would be the one to bust you out of your sexual repression. Plus if you’d like to continue I’m sure Dan and I can find something to occupy our time with while you...finish him.”
“VIOLET!” Kennedy screeches with dread. Her cheeks turn an exceptionally loud color of red in embarrassment. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that up until a week or two ago Kennedy was a virgin.
Our waitress appears out of nowhere to take our orders pulling the two girls back from their stare off. Her name tag reads Veronica with a small pink heart sticker at the end. By the way she’s glancing down at me through her eyelashes I’d assume that we know each other. She has bedroom eyes which only makes me shift in my seat in discomfort. Dan’s eyes widen from across the table as if he realizes the same thing as me in the same moment as I do.
“You’re screwed,” Dan mouths from across the table.
“How’s it going, Graham?” Veronica’s voice is low with determination. Most would refer to the tone as sexy and I’m not ignorant enough not to agree. It has a certain undertone when words roll off of her tongue. Her voice doesn’t compare to Kennedy’s sweet voice.
“It’s going good,” I give her a friendly smile trying to sound indifferent. I notice Kennedy’s hand has stilled on my thigh. The circling motion has come to a halt. She has stiffened up beside me. She knows something’s off. The tension is palpable.
“I haven’t seen you since Craig’s party a few months back. I thought you would have called after that night,” Veronica confesses putting the last nail in my coffin.
I’ve been dreading this moment. I’m not an idiot. Situations like this are inevitable. Protecting Kennedy from awkward encounters with past mistakes is bound to be impossible. Kennedy goes from frozen to completely frigid as she watches and waits for what’s going to happen next. She jerks her hand from my thigh putting all of her concentration on the dessert menu.
“Veronica, this is my girlfriend. Kennedy,” I offer turning my attention towards Kennedy in hopes to rectify the situation before it goes more south than it already has. Kennedy is gracious towards Veronica, just as I knew she would be.
Kennedy smiles at Veronica reaching her hand out with a grace that no one would expect from someone in this situation.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Kennedy insists with a genuine smile that only she could be capable of.
“Girlfriend?” Veronica’s voice is laced with anger and obvious confusion by the word girlfriend. It doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone that she didn’t reach out to shake Kennedy’s outstretched hand. Kennedy slowly retreats her hand focusing back on the dessert menu again.