Read Online First and Goal (Moving the Chains #1) by Kata Čuić - Free Book Online

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    All the color drains from her tan face. I shoot her a gentle smile and cock my head to one side. The goal is to look friendly and not at all aroused.
    “Don’t hold back; tell me how you really feel,” I say to her softly, trying not to laugh. I’m still not entirely sure if she hates me or wants me. Most of my brains have flown south. Reasoning skills are pretty much non-existent right now.
    Christina pauses beside her sister to deliver a knowing, evil grin.
    Evie looks to her, wide-eyed and ashen.
    “You knew,” she whispers in a tone conveying deep betrayal, furrowing her brow at her laughing younger sister.
    “Of course I knew; he’s been waiting here for you since before you got home.” Christina advances on me to deliver the promised drink.
    I try to breathe normally before I pass out.
    Christina hands me a bottle of water then stands beside me, turning to face down her older sister. She crosses her arms and leans against the other side of the door frame, smiling cruelly.
    I had no idea she was so evil.
    “You heard everything ,” Evie whispers, not as a question but a statement. She’s still frozen in place in the kitchen doorway.
    My brain goes into full Evie-induced override, shutting down all the usual censors.
    “Well, my high and mighty quarterback mind pretty much quit working when I found out you think I’m…built like a freakin’ god,” I mimic her earlier words with added emphasis. “So anything you said after that point was pretty much lost on me.”
    Christina turns to look up at me. “She actually called you a high and mighty quarterback after she said you were built like a freakin’ god. So you obviously heard the part about her thinking that you are entirely too gorgeous to be real, and that you are a total douche with a huge and insufferable ego.” Christina winks up at me before she continues, “But maybe you missed the best part about…”
    I give her a sharp look to shut her up before she ruins this for me. My focus needs to be on Evie, not Christina’s little game.
    “Oh my God,” Evie breathes, clutching the door frame with one hand to support herself. She wraps an arm around her stomach as if she’s going to throw up all over the carpet.
    Maybe I’ll never mention this incident ever again. It’s not worth making her physically sick. If I were more of a man and less of a chickenshit, I would walk right up to her and kiss her until she knows without a doubt how much I want her. But I’m not much of a man, and I genuinely don’t know if she likes me or hates me.
    Christina slides in front of me and says loudly enough for Evie to hear, “You can tutor me in anything, anytime you want, Rob. I don’t mind your huge…ego.”
    She sizes me up hungrily before continuing in a meaningful tone, “And I won’t even call you names, unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
    I’ve had just about enough of her shit today. “That was really mean, Christina.”
    I look back up at Evie’s still-frozen face, making direct eye contact with her. “Your amazing sister already hates me as it is. I wouldn’t want to do anything to make that worse.”
    My heart pounds over this small confession, but I feel like I owe her something freely given in return for what I overheard.
    Christina slinks away to the couch in the middle of the living room, throwing herself down and pouting. “Everything good always happens to Evie.”
    “What are you doing sweating all over my living room?” Evie asks, her voice a quiet mask of emotion.
    “I was out running. You have my calc notebook, and I kind of need that so I can do homework tonight, especially if I’m going to tutor you,” I answer as softly as I can. I certainly don’t want to piss her off any more. “And I have yours, and you really need to study everything we went over earlier.”
    I offer her a casual shrug to try and set her mind at ease as I gulp more water. My mouth feels like the fucking Sahara all of a sudden.