Awkwardly

Mari held her breath as Matt stared down at her.

‘I fail to see how that’s any of your business,’ he said, a crease between his eyebrows. She shrugged, trying to work out how best to phrase this.

‘Just saying, that must be frustrating for a young man.’ His frown lessoned and his body relaxed when he realised she wasn’t going to tease him about it.

‘Yes, it can be,’ he admitted. ‘Though this is still the weirdest conversation to have with you.’ She smiled in what she hoped seemed a sympathetic manner, before smoothing her cheerleading uniform over her C-cups and running her hand through her ponytail.

She decided to just come out with it before she lost her nerve.

‘You’ve always been nice to me Matt,’ she said quickly. ‘So if you ever find it too frustrating, feel free to drop me a message.’

She sidestepped him to head towards the main hall, but he grabbed her arm. His grip sent tingles into her chest.

‘What exactly are you saying, Jones?’ he asked and she smiled inwardly. He hadn’t vehemently dismissed the idea.