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“What?”
“It doesn’t have to be fancy,” he goes on in the face of my utter… shock. “I mean it can’t be. We have no time but we could do it at the courthouse. A few people in attendance, a little get-together afterwards.”
“Wh… Are you… What?”
“I do realize though that girls think about this stuff in detail so once the season’s over, we could do a big thing. Get remarried and you could plan it however you want.”
“I could… I’m not… I’m not planning it however I want,” I shriek almost.
“No?”
This time I do shriek, “No!”
“Why not?”
“Because!”
“Because what?”
“Because we’re not getting married. You’re not… I’m not…”
I clench my teeth, tighten my muscles, curl my toes and my fingers. I do everything to stop myself from passing out and jumping out of his hold and punching his face and plain screaming, all at once.
When I know I’ve gotten enough control over myself, I state, “We don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet. And even if I was, I wouldn’t marry you just because of that. Just because you think it’s your duty or something. You…”
Oh, holy crap, there goes my control now.
There goes all my breaths and thoughts and heartbeats.
“You think it’s your duty, isn’t it? That’s why you’re saying these crazy things. Oh my God, how responsible do you have to be to even think of something like this. Howgooddo you have to be to do something this insane? I mean, with Rosie you thought you loved her but with me, you don’t even –”
That’s when he does it.
He touches me.
With his whole body.
He obliterates the last couple of inches between us and presses me against the wall, his ribs touching my heaving chest and his muscled thighs touching my trembling pelvis. Then, “I wouldn’t call it that.”
“You –”
“I don’t think it’s duty that has me pissed off for the last two weeks. That has me tossing and turning at night, wanting to punch something, break something. In fact I came very, very close last night. To breaking someone’s face.”
“Who?”
“My teammate’s.”
My heart’s pounding in my chest. “W-why?”
“Because I was jealous. Of his happiness. Of the fact that he has something,someone, that he wants when I can’t. That he can touch her, smell her, look at her, talk to her whenever he wants when I can’t do any of those things. Instead what I get to do is be professional with her, pretend that nothing ever happened. Pretend that nothing changed that night. That I’m okay with having that just one night with her.”
“You… I…”
“And I don’t think it’s duty that has me so lost in my fucking head that I haven’t been able to score a single goal in practice.” He narrows his eyes. “Notonegoal. In fourteen fucking days. That’s the longest I’ve gone without making the net. My Coach thinks I’m coming down with something. He says that either I get checked out by a medical professional or he’s fucking benching me for the season. So when I left this morning, in the middle of the practice, pissing him off even more, I don’t think I was being very responsible, do you?”
“You left in the middle of the practice?”
“Yeah.”
