SILHOUETTE

Chapter 28

Jordan rolled over pressing a kiss to Simone's cheek. He was happy to be back in his own bed. He just didn't feel like going back to work. Another day to just relax sounded absolutely perfect. Simone's alarm rang silently as she felt to snooze the alarm. Simone stared at the ceiling before pulling the covers away.

She planted for feet to the floor and cracked her knuckles. Jordan laid there admiring his future wife. The moment she tried to get herself up for the day, she felt an arm pulled her back. Simone dropped back into his stomach. She tried again only to get the same action. He looked down at her and winked. He didn't feel like going in to work but they had a lot of preparation to get down for the Homecoming game.

"Fine, I'll use you as a yoga mat." She snatched up her phone opening the app.

Jordan laid still watching her sit Indian style on top of him. She took in a deep breathe listening to the instructor on the app. He adjusted himself resting his hands behind his head. He minus well enjoy the show.

"Ooo, is this that doggy pose?"

"Downward dog." She said with a laugh.

"Okay okay, Picasso. I like it!" Jordan gave a thumbs.

"Coach?"

"Oh, suddenly this turned into roleplay?" He rose a brow.

"No! Be quiet. Just... watch. In complete silence."

"Complete silence? Got it." He nodded.

Jordan titled his head watching her change into different positions. Some looked too complicated for him to even attempt. He was well aware of her flexibility but it still impressed him every time.Her timer went off indicating that her short yoga session was over. Simone fell on top of him pressing kisses to his jaw.

Miami was a whirlwind that she was in no rush to return. However, they had their current live here so it was back to reality. She was happy to be back in Texas. She wasn't sure if she was ready for a full day of students and lesson plans.

"You have to get up." She straddled him sliding her fingers up his bare chest.

"Can't I just ditch?"

"It doesn't work like that anymore."

"Why not?" He whined.

"Maybe because you have a team depending on you."

"That's what an assistant coach is for , to give me a -."

The door opened revealing Matt coming in holding two shirts. Simone crawled back into her side chuckling at the blank expression that Jordan gave the boy. She laughed even harder as they just stared at each other.

"Which one?"

"Don't you know how to knock? Who the hell raised you?"

"Answer the question, coach. The black or the red? I am asking Bailey to Homecoming and I need to look good."

"Why? You already date her." Jordan whispered an ow at the shove from Simone.

"What? He can't just barge in here. We could've been doing things." He spoke through clenched teeth.

"Ignore your coach. Go with the black one."

"Thank you! Somebody with actual style. I knew I shouldn't trust a man that wears flannel." Matt shook his head.

"The man that wears flannel has the authorization to bench you."

"On what grounds?"

"I don't need one. I can just be an asshole just because." Jordan grinned.