Honeycomb??:You can’t say things like that.
There we have it. She's drawn the line, and on any other night it might not feel as devastating. Tonight, though, it feels like another punch in the gut.
Honey typing...
When I see the words, I sigh, knowing I'm about to get another lecture on not being so obsessive when it comes to her.
Honeycomb??:…butyou always did like the floor.
Blink. Blink. Re-read the message. Blink again.
Fuck.
Did she just type that? I must be living in an alternate dimension because she hasn't said anything remotely flirty since I left.
This is... this is more than my football brain can handle.
Zach:Honeycomb...
Honeycomb??:What?
Zach:You’ve just made me incredibly hard in an empty locker room.
Honeycomb??:Well that's incredibly inconvenient.
I laugh quietly, shaking my head as I stare down at the picture she sent earlier. She’s somewhere out there curled in that roomcompletely oblivious to how insane it's driving me that I have no idea where she is.
Zach:Where do you live? Might need to come and check that those pillows are soft enough.
Honeycomb??:??
Honeycomb??:You’re not getting that out of me.
Zach:That’s okay. You’ll slip eventually.
Honeycomb??:You’re very patient for a quarterback.
Zach:I’m patient when something’s worth it.
Honeycomb??:And you think this is worth it?
I grin at the screen.
Zach:Honeycomb... you’ve always been worth it.
And just like that, a 0-3 loss doesn’t feel so bad.
Honey:Week five and you’re riding a winning streak. New York tonight. You’ve got to be feeling good?
Zach:One win isn’t a winning streak, Honeycomb.
Honey:Then call it a start. Either way, you looked good out there last week.
Zach:You think I look good? Damn. Maybe this really is a winning streak. I’m going out there and I’m winning this thing.
Honey:Wow, is one compliment all it takes to get you to fall in love with the game again?
Zach:Not the game. Just you.
