*LINDSAY'S POV*
There was no doubt in my mind that Shannon could feel my eyes trained to her body for the rest of the afternoon. Every step she took seemed so angelic. What the fuck? Is she a fucking fairy?
I knew I wasn't just imagining it, but was absolutely certain that I was attracted to Shannon. She could fall flat on her face and I'd still think she looked beautiful doing so.
It didn't help that she was still teaching swimming techniques in her bikini. She'd dive in, giving me the delicious view of her ass. Then, she'd emerge from the water, her breasts bouncing mesmerizingly with each step she took. And it was on repeat. Over, and over, and over, and over.
She'd glanced in my direction a few times, and I couldn't tell if I was making her uncomfortable with my staring, so I decided to look away for a bit. I painfully ripped my eyes away from her physique and scrolled through social media.
"What are you doing?" asked a voice from right beside me, scaring the life out of me as I threw my phone a few feet.
"Holy shit!" I swore, my heart pounding heavily as I shot Shannon a dirty look while she laughed.
"What are you doing?" she questioned again, crossing her arms, which only accentuated the treasures laying underneath her bikini top.
I was confused, and showed Shannon this as I retrieved my phone, "what do you mean?"
Shannon sighed, pushing her chest out further, if possible, "I know that you're injured, but you still have to pay attention during training. My demonstrations and techniques hold vital tips outlining improvements in yours, and all your peers, swimming abilities. I'd at least appreciate it if you could watch them."
What? I had been watching them! I was on my phone not even five minutes!
"Don't argue, Lindsay," Shannon cut me off before I could respond, "just keep your eyes on me, not your phone."
Shannon walked away and I looked on, confused. As she reached the end of the bleacher stairs, she glanced over her shoulder at me, then down to her ass. Shock, nervousness, and excitement flooded my body all within a two second interval. She wanted me to watch her. Not her techniques. Her.
My mind was in overdrive for the remaining twenty minutes of practice. What did that look mean? Did I read the situation right? Was that permission to stare at her? Calm your shit down, Lindsay.
It is fair to say that Shannon's look had well and truly scrambled my mind. The lesson ended and my mind was still in shambles, but I knew I wanted to be close to Shannon, her company making me happy.
"Good work today, Lindsay," she complimented, which I responded to with a sly smile, "I can't wait to curl up and go to sleep, now."
"You can't do that!" I blurted, earning a curious head-tilt from Shannon. "I-uh, I mean, you can't go back to the main house tonight. It's date night for Alex and my Mom, so they will be really loud. Like at the cabin, loud."
"Oh," she mumbled, scratching her neck.
"But don't worry! You can stay with me in the guest house tonight. I'm fine with it. Totally chill," I rambled, internally slamming my head against a massive brick wall.
"Thank you, Lindsay, I appreciate that. I'll meet you at the guest house then," she smiled, as we parted ways outside of the aquatic centre.
I waited until she had pulled out of the parking lot before whipping out my phone and dialling Alex as fast as possible.
"Alex, answer your fucking phone!" I yelled at the dial tone.
"Hey, Lindsay, what's up-"
"You better be fucking my Mum when Shannon and I get home," I blurted, directly.
"Game on," Alex laughed, hanging up the phone, as I could already hear her running through the house.
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"You were right, Lindsay. They are extremely loud," Shannon giggled, as we could hear the faint moans coming from the main house. Mission accomplished, Alex. Good job.
"Yeah, they get like that on date nights," I smirked, pouring both Shannon and I a pinot grigio.
"I guess that just means I'll be staying over here more often," she laughed, and I turned around to hide the enormous grin that erupted on my face.
"I guess so."
We got comfortable on my small lounge, engaging in light conversation while sipping our wines.
"Really? You taught overseas for ten years? That's so cool," I gasped, intrigued by getting to know more about Shannon. I had learnt that she'd visited fourteen countries, moving back to the US, where she lived in LA for the past four years, and that she and my Mom hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Her life was like a story that I couldn't put down. Each new fact surprised and impressed me, and I was dying to learn everything about this wonderful human known as Shannon.
I shared the news of my break-up with Giovanni and about how he had stood up for me at school.
"He sounds like a good guy, Lindsay. Friendship material," she clarified.
"Yeah, but I wasn't surprised. His kind nature was what attracted me to him in the first place, but life happens, and not everything works out," I shrugged.
The conversation seemed to die for a second, but Shannon brought it back to life before it could become awkward.
"So, Lindsay, are you going to leave notes on my desk every morning now?" Shannon teased, as we both laughed.
"Oh, definitely, Professor Monet. Everybody needs useless facts about guinea pigs at some time during their life!"
The conversation carried on for hours, as we both seemed consumed it what the other was saying. Before we realised it, the time had ticked over midnight, and we were still chatting away.
"Lindsay," Shannon interrupted the conversation with a serious tone, "about those girls at school. If anyone ever tries to cause a problem, just come and find me. I'm sure they'd all love to complete some preliminary examinations."
I shot Shannon a small smile, "thank you."
We both relaxed back into our respective parts of the sofa, and I was lost in the comfort and the feeling of content that I held when in Shannon's presence.
"I guess I should head to bed now," she groaned, placing her glass into the sink and leaning against the kitchen counter. "An old bird like me shouldn't be up after midnight anyway!"
I made my way into the kitchen, placing my glass alongside Shannon's, turning towards her.
"You're not old."
"Lindsay, I'm thirty-seven, that's old."
I stepped closer to Shannon, and could feel her warm breath ticking the tips of my lips.
"You are not old, Shannon," I whispered, losing myself deep inside her bright green eyes.
"Okay," she breathed.
I stepped away, taking a swig out of the newly opened bottle of Pinot Grigio, before placing it back in my wine rack.
"So, bed arrangements..."
Shannon chirped in, "we can share again."
"Yeah?" I questioned, slightly surprised after the tension-filled moment we had just shared.
"Yeah, we're friends. Friends share beds," she smiled, leading the way to the bedroom.
I sighed, "Yeah, friends."
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