30,000 likes and rising as I head down to the lobby to meet everyone thirty minutes later.
And by the time Grace crosses the finish line of her 10K race, well before Avery’s deadline, I’ve got 243,912 likes on that post.
GO GRACE,indeed.
It’s later that night when I secure the first part of my winnings.
“Good to know you can deliver when it counts,” Avery teases as we connect the call.
“I wasn’t going to lose.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
It’s the first time we’ve ever FaceTimed, and damn if she isn’t a sight for sore eyes.
Her hair’s down, and looks to be slightly damp still from her post-game shower. Creamy skin is on display everywhere, with only a tiny lavender bra covering her top, and shit—equally tiny matching panties on below.
“Damn, Avie. You look…fuck.” The mere sight of her like this has made me breathless.
“So how was Grace’s meet today?”
I try to pull it together to have a real conversation.
“It was really nice. She’s been treating this year as an adjustment back to competing, so qualifying for nationals was the goal. Everything today was about gaining experience.”
“That’s great.”
“How was the game?” I’d watched the stats—she had another twenty-point night—but it’s different to hear the real perspective.
“Another solid win. There’s no way we’re not making the playoffs this year again.”
“Awesome.” In the meantime, staring at her looking like my wildest dreams…yeah, my cock is almost fully hard.
Maybe she picks up on that, or maybe she’s just being impatient for her own reasons. Either way, her next suggestion is “Less talking, more naked?”
“Sounds really good to me.”
And then she leans forward so she’s even closer to her phone’s camera, pulling the straps of that little bra down inch by inch…
The next day,when we land back in Florida, everything goes according to Johnson’s plan.
Grace is completely surprised by what he’s done, starting with the new track.
Then the biggest moment comes, after he drops down on one knee in the middle of the field.
“Grace, will you marry me?”
A gasp comes from my sister as she sees a ring box in his hand.
“Oh my gosh, yes, yes,” she says, her hands coming up to cover her mouth in shock. A split second later, she steps toward Johnson, and he stands up to pull her in a hug.
Then they’re kissing—they do that a lot, as I found out for better or worse during the Oregon trip, but I guess it’s normal when you get engaged.
They break apart and walk first to Johnson’s mom and family, who’ve joined us for the occasion on Forever Field.
That’s right, his regulation field is newly named in honor of this moment, another thing Johnson planned.
“Yay, you’re going to be my aunt,” I hear Johnson’s niece say to Grace.
