Page 36 of Coached In Love
Logan
Isit in my truck a few minutes, Sailor’s words lingering in the air after she’d gone inside. Things have been great between us ? more than great. And in one moment, it’s all gone. Feels like déjà vu. My same past mistakes coming back to take her away from me again.
I almost drive off. Almost give up. Almost convince myself that leaving is the right thing to do.
Almost.
I get out of the truck and rush to her house. Without knocking, I open the door and walk inside. Sailor is sitting on her sofa with a carton of ice cream in her lap. Her face is red and splotchy from crying.
“I refuse to lose you again,” I say adamantly.
“That’s not up to you.”
“You can be afraid, Sailor, ‘cause damn it, I’m afraid, too, but I’m not walking away!”
“You are still married!” she screams, slamming the tub of ice cream down on the coffee table.
“And it’s over between me and Jo! You know that! Stop making excuses!”
She gets off the sofa and marches over to me. The slap she delivers shocks the hell out of me. I put my hand to my cheek and mumble a curse.
“You want excuses? I can give you several reasons why we shouldn’t be together!” she yells. “You being married is the most obvious, but aside from that, you’re a liar, a cheater, and I don’t trust you!”
“I’m a liar?”
“Yes,” she says, poking me in the chest. “You’re a liar, Logan!”
“What about you?” I counter. “Are you going to stand right there and tell me
that you don’t love me?”
“That’s not what this is about!”
“If you love me, then none of that other bullshit matters, Sailor. None of it!”
She shakes her head, blinking back tears. “I don’t love you, Logan.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t!” she screams. “I don’t love you!”
I jerk her to me, crashing my mouth down on hers. She fights against me for only a second before relenting, her mouth opening to mine.
“I love you,” I say, breaking the kiss.
“I hate you,” she replies, and I smirk before capturing her lips again.
She moans into my mouth, and I know that she’s mine. That no matter what happens, what Jolene says or does, where my career leads me, that she is mine.
We make love right there on her living room floor. Neither of us makes the effort to move things to the bedroom. When we’re finished, I lie there with her in my arms, her fingers making lazy drawings over my chest.
“What happens now?” she asks.
“Now? Well, I make sure my divorce gets finalized this time, and we keep doing what we’re doing.”
Sailor props her chin on my chest and stares up at me. “And you don’t want to return to the NFL? Play football again?”
I smile at her. “I don’t regret leaving the NFL for Campbell. It was the right choice to make. So, I’m here as long as you’ll have me.”