She responds immediately.
Her: Nothing. Why?
Me: Meet me after practice?
Her: Let me know when and where.
Great. I’m going to need to f**k something now that the bleach blonde has gotten me worked up.
“Colton?”
I jump at the sound of my father’s voice and turn around to see him now back in the kitchen. “Yeah?”
He levels me with a stare and speaks, “I saw the way you looked at her. Don’t you dare touch her.” Then he turns and walks out of the kitchen.
I follow him down the hallway and to his study. “Why didn’t you warn me?” I’m not going to pretend that didn’t just happen. My father gave me the s*x talk last year after he found what he thought was the first girl I had ever had in my room. It’s safe to say he was late.
“What was there that needed warning?” he asks, sitting down at h
