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“So, he wants to know if we’re… together? A title kind of like that?” she asks.
Breathing deep, I nod. “Yeah. Together.”
She goes quiet on me again and I’m not sure how to read the silence. After a few seconds, she lets out a nervous laugh.
“Wow,” she says. “They reallyareDr. Phil-ing the shit out of this, aren’t they?”
“Told you.”
She’s thoughtful another moment and I’m wondering if I should’ve said less? Or… said more?
I’m suddenly positive I just violated the‘take things slow’rule my brothers and Joss put into place.
What the hell were you thinking?
You only just earned her forgiveness. Now you want her to fucking commit? Dude… hard fail.
I open my mouth to say that I only meant to feel her out, not back her into a corner, but I never get the words out. Because her lips are on mine, moving slowly against them. Both my hands find her body beneath the covers and she inches closer, as close as she can get before ending the kiss.
“I don’t have much faith in relationships. Blame that on my parents’ shit example,” she explains. “But… I do have faith in you.”
That was unexpected. And new.
Not sure anyone’s ever really had faith in me before. Not off the football field. Not in my ability not to fuck something up.
Butshedoes.
“If you’re asking me to be with you, the answer is yes,” she finally says. “Besides, I think we both know I was yours long before tonight.”
Smiling, I kiss her again. “Fucking right you were,” I growl against her mouth, drawing a laugh out of her.
It took a whole hell of a lot of convincing, a lot of truth being revealed, and a whole lot of me pulling my head out of my ass, but it was worth it. Because I fucking did it.
I finally got the girl.
Chapter 32
BLUE
One earbud is popped into my ear and the other’s hidden inside my hoodie. I’m tuned in to one of the major network’s coverage of the game, hearing all the predictions being made. Yes, many of those predictions are about the outcome of this state championship, and even about the future of the team as a whole, but mostly?
They’re talking about West.
Apparently, I’ve been living under a rock, because this is the first I’m hearing about his‘Golden Arm’,as they call it. They speak about his accuracy, saying it’s rare to see such power and skill this early in a player’s football career.
There’s lots of talk about him going pro after college. Which has me thinking about his future, how so many will want a piece of him whenhe makes it. That’s how it is any time one star shines just a little brighter than the rest. Others do everything they can to get closer, hoping to steal even a glimmer of that shine.
But of all the things West has going for him, all I’ll ever ask for is his heart. That’ll never change.
Speaking of hearts, mine is in my throat. Guess that’s to be expected when the best of the best meet on the field. A true clash of Titans.
I’m on edge, right with the rest of the crowd, volleying a look between the scoreboard and West as both teams stand at the line of scrimmage.
Six seconds on the clock.
The players’ warm breath meets the cool air, puffing from their nostrils and mouths as this game comes to a head. Both sides have given their all, leaving it all out on the field today, but our boys are trailing by five points. This play is their last chance to make something happen, and the setup isn’t great.
I can’t see West’s expression from here, but I know how much football means to him. He’s got raw talent. So much that most people miss that there’s more to him than what he brings to the field. It’s knowing his passion for the game that I’m certain he’s not giving up easily. Even if some are already writing this off as a loss for our Panthers.