“Where’s Albrooke?” Some of the guys turn to look at me. “I don’t know, Coach, he was dressed when I left our room.” Close enough to the truth. He was dressed, I just helped him make better decisions. “I’m here, Coach.” The man in question appears over Coach’s shoulder. “Good, have a seat and we’ll get going.” Coach takes a seat in the front row of the bus and I peer around the seats to see Jeremy in my dark gray suit with the light blue button up shirt. The pants are a little long but they fit his thighs perfectly. Thighs I desperately want to feel wrapped around me.
