Tom obviously couldn’t hear what was being said, but from what he could tell, Bree was telling the coach that she had hurt her leg, and seemed to be asking to go sit down. XXX As she surveyed the building facade, she counted thirteen fresh white splatter patterns decorating the windows. He walked around his office, trying to shake off his arousal and clear his mind before his next class. Bree reached the edge of his desk and leaned over with her arms pushed together. He ended up pacing the hallway a couple of times, and splashed his face in the water fountain. He’d even ask a question or two when Tom was left with a room full of silence. She was practically kissing the ground between her feet as she
