“Doesn’t that mean I should report you?” I test. He shrugs. “You could, but I’m a coach, not a teacher.” “Is there a difference?” “Definitely,” he nods. I let out a laugh at that as I nod. “I’m not sure my father would see things that way.” “I don’t know, I can be a pretty charming guy,” he says with a smirk. “Oh, I don’t doubt that. Regardless, you’re definitely too old to be flirting with students, Coach.” “Who said I was flirting?” he asks, that flirtatious smile speaking volumes.
