Those Eyes

Bad dream

LEAH

As Kat steps into the shower, I can feel a rush of nervous energy coursing through me. I try to focus on reading my book, checking my mails, answering texts, anything to distract myself from the fact that I am about to shower in the same room as Kat. There's been a weird vibe between us, fluctuating from happy highs to some absolutely miserable lows. And in this cramped hotelroom with only one bed, I can't help but feel the tension between us. I can almost feel Kat's presence in the room. Although the door is closed, the steam from the shower is escaping the bathroom, wrapping around me like big warm welcoming arms, luring me toward Kat. That must be one hot shower she's taking. I try to resist the lure and divert my thoughts by thinking about the events that happened today.

Our football team did very well this evening, they even won their first game. For this game I've decided to let my girls take the lead, my head cheerleader has made so much progress, she deserved an opportunity to guide the team during a game, to show her capabilities. I trusted her and had faith things would work out just fine. And boy, was I right. They nailed it. Keeping in mind this was their first performance with audience since I'm their coach. Although, most routines were old, it was nice to see the unity in their movements, and somehow, I'm happy most of our new choreographies are still a secret for others, giving us an advantage at the end of the tournament when the cheerleaders of all schools participate in a contest. They tried a new one, but I noticed some doubts during the performance. We'll have to work on that tomorrow. Nevertheless, I feel so proud. 

Soft buzzing snaps me from my thoughts, I take out my phone but nothing. I look over to the nightstand on Kats side of the bed, the screen of her phone lighting up. Several times, first with pauses but after a few minutes the vibrations follow up more quickly and without a stop. Someone really wants her attention, or her phone suddenly identifies as a vibrator. I get this feeling that maybe Kat wouldn't mind her phone being a vibrator, she gives me playboy vibes sometimes, like sex is the only thing constantly on her mind. I roll over wanting to peak too whom might be so impatient but a sudden cramp in my stomach stops me. This wouldn't be right. It's none of my business. Instead, I grab my phone again, open my messages, and push on the conversation with Reed.

-Hi how are things back home? -

-Fine! :) Jason called me, the football

team won their first game?! 

How did your girls do? –

- They did wonderful, Laura took

the lead, and everything worked

 out great! The vibe is awesome at

 the moment. Everyone is so 

thrilled! Long day tho. Need some

 relaxation, a massage or something.

 Hope to take a shower soon -

-Glad to hear! Why don't you hop in? –

- Kat is showering now, I'm waiting

 in our room. –

-How is that working out btw? –

- Still a bit awkward. Not spending

 much time in here. I had a bit of

 sleep last night, kat came to relieve