"Want me to help you get dressed?" Coach snickered behind me.
I didn't know if I wanted to hit him or kiss him right now. He really knows how to drive me mad.
I turned to face him, clutching the towel around my waist to make sure it didn't come loose.
"You're such a jerk." My eyebrows furrowed, I wanted to sound angry but I just sounded like I was snapping playfully.
He ruffled my hair and apologised. How did he not feel embarrassed, angry...anything?! He'd just been laid on a bed, completely naked with me between his legs, my erection rubbing against him. I was unsure if he was oblivious or just didn't care. Maybe he did this all the time? My head ached with frustration.
"So, where are you taking me for breakfast?" He grinned.
I grunted in response. He seemed unbothered by my coldness, likely due to the fact I didn't believe it myself. I wanted to stay mad at him but I couldn't. I know he didn't intend to anger me and I didn't intend to get so irritated. I feel like I can't keep my emotions in check around him.
"Get dressed, I'll take you into town." He approached the hotel room door and struggled opened it, his hands holding yesterday's clothes. He peered out into the hallway, looking left and right.
"Coast is clear" he muttered before bolting out of the room.
Had he really just ran out of my room in just a towel? He really had no shame. I found myself laughing at his ridiculousness.
I closed the door and threw on some fresh clothes for the day. I tried to talk myself into keeping calm when he turned back up at my door.
There was a gentle knock at my door, as I approached I could smell his woody fragrance before I'd even opened it.
I opened the door and sure enough the tanned giant had returned.
"You look nice." My mouth betraying me in an instant.
His cheeks turning a distinct red.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." He tussled my hair.
"Stop." I moved his hand away gently as I laughed.
"You ready?" He smiled.
I made one quick glance around the room, that was in a bit of a state after last night and this morning's carnage, to make sure I had everything I needed.
"Umm Yeah. Let's go."
I hoped his breakfast plan wouldn't ruin the day. I had some ideas of what I wanted to do and didn't expect to be accompanied by anyone but at least him offering to take me into Reykjavik meant I didn't have to rely on local transport. As we walked down the corridor it suddenly dawned on me.
"How are we getting into town? You're not taking the coach are you?!"
He looked at me like I had three heads.
"No." He laughed. "My friend is letting me use their car."
That made more sense. I chuckled nervously.
We exited the hotel into a light dusting of snow, the wind instantly chilling my body.
"Here." Coach pulled me into his side, draping his coat over me as he had done before.
He glanced down and smiled sweetly.
I stumbled into him a few times, unsure of which direction we were walking. He eventually stopped at a small silver car.
He opened the door on the drivers side, which coming from England threw my for a second. I thought he was offering for me to drive.
I lowered myself into the seat and closed the door. The inside of the car was just as cold as the outside but at least we were shielded from the snow and wind.
Coach removed his coat and placed it over me, I looked at him quizzically.
"Cover yourself with that until the car warms up."
I was unsure if it was the warm air blowing in from around my feet or his gesture but I felt a lot warmer.
He started the car and we were on our way. It actually felt quite nice travelling the jet black road just the two of us. Not worrying about our conversations being overheard. Music played on the radio quietly but I could barely concentrate on it, I was too focus on Coach's face. I was hanging on every word. Every so often the embarrassment tinged with anger crept up but I forced it back. Coach was helping by being chatty instead of playful.
"How do you fancy lobster soup for breakfast? There's a great place on the harbour..."
"Sea Baron?" I cut him off before I could finish.
"Yeah, how did you guess?" His face scrawled with surprise and even looking a bit impressed.
"Adam recommended it." I said nonchalantly.
"Oh, the handsome guy. You two would make a cute couple."
If he'd have said this a few days ago I would have agreed, but suddenly his words felt like a punch in my stomach. A punch I wasn't expecting. Was I actually attracted to Coach? I mean, physically I knew I was. Who wouldn't find him attractive? His deep brown eyes, his strong features and his chiselled body..but his attitude was all over the place.
He could be cocky, flirty, friendly and caring all within the space of a minute. There is no wonder my emotions were all over the place, they were just reacting to his personality.
Still I couldn't believe how hurt I felt when he seemed so sure and happy that I could be with someone else. It hurt but it felt like confirmation.
He really had just been playing, he was clearly very flirty by nature. I had seen how flirty he was with his friend Eva so I shouldn't be surprised, but I was. I'm sure he hadn't meant to hurt me, but he had. I found myself falling quiet for the rest of the ride.
