Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

“Couldn’t you have been honest before?”
Bridget’s mouth quivered. He looked sorry. He came
closer to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
He forged ahead. “Here’s what I wanted to tell you.
We might not get to talk again, so I want you to remember
it. Okay?”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
He let out a long breath. “It’s a tough admission from a
guy who’s supposed to be a coach here, so listen up.” He
looked at the sky for help. “You took my life by storm this
summer. You’ve been in my bed with me every night since
that day I first saw you.” He put his hand on her hair. “The
day we swam together. Running together. Dancing
together. Watching you play . . . I know I’m a soccer
drone, Bee, but watching you play was a huge turn-on.”
She smiled a little.
“That’s why you scare the shit out of me. Because
you’re too pretty and you’re too sexy and you’re too
young for me. You know that too, don’t you?”
Bridget wasn’t sure if she was too young for him, but
she knew she was too young for what she had done with
him. She nodded.
“And now, after being so close to you, I can’t be
around you and not think about what that feels like.”
She was going to cry. Big fat tears quivered in her
eyes.
He put his palms on either side of her head. “Bee, listen.
Someday, when you’re twenty, maybe, I’ll see you
again. You’ll be this hot soccer star at some great school,
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