“Shit,” he huffed as he rubbed his hand over his hair and down his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I can’t do this shit, Tink,” he responded. “Not like this,” he continued. “Your little mean ass deserves better than some in the moment shit. Besides, I fucked too many bitches in this room. I can’t and won’t do that to you,” he said honestly.
I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t. He was respecting me while I was ready to give it up quicker than a Hot N’ Ready. I didn’t respond... I only nodded and went into the bathroom to freshen up. He had successfully ruined my underwear.
When I came back into the room, he was lying in the bed with the TV on.
“Stop overthinking the shit, Tink and come lie down,” he instructed.
I plodded over to the empty side of the bed and got under the covers. Titan pulled my body close to his, where my head rested perfectly on his chest. No words were spoken as we watched Martin reruns. We stayed like this until we both fell asleep. The crazy thing about it was that it felt natural and not uncomfortable at all... and that’s what I was afraid of.
Chapter Thirteen
Titan
Pulling into the stadium today felt different. This would be the first game that Tink would be attending, and that shit had me on edge. Sasha and Dee said it would be good to have her here, but I never had a female who wasn’t family come to my game. I hope that shit didn’t knock me off my square. The only thing that gave me some sort of peace was that Graves would be with them.
I pulled into the team lot and made my way through the metal detectors and through the corridor that led to the locker room. Muthafuckas with cameras were already swarming the area, andI bypassed all that shit and went straight into the locker room. When I got there, I spotted Zay first.
“Sup, Sam?” he greeted.
“Aight shit,” I countered.
“You ready to go out here and kick up some dust?” He smirked.
“You better muthafuckin’ know it,” I laughed as we slapped hands.
Tatum and Kobe were coming around the corner, already dressed.
“’Bout time you got your pretty boy ass here,” Kobe joked.
“Nigga, don’t get mad at me because the bitches love me.” I smirked.
“You bet not let Tink hear you say that shit,” he countered with a laugh.
“Call her Tink again, nigga,” I snarled. “She’s Cadence or Cady to you niggas.” I pointed, and Tatum laughed.
“The fuck you laughing for?” I frowned.
“Your ass done fell in love,” he continued to laugh, and I waved his ass off and went to change.
I passed CP on the way, and that nigga looked like he smelled shit. I chucked my chin at him just to piss him off and headed to change. By the time I was done, it was time to go on the field and warm-up.
“Aye, Cady still coming?” Tatum asked.
“Yeah. She should be with my people in the family section. Did Ava come tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s over there... that’s why I asked.
I nodded.
“That’s a good thing. It’ll be another familiar face, and she won’t feel so out of place,” I stated as we walked out.
“You care?” Kobe asked.
I just stared at him and didn’t bother to respond. That only made his stupid ass laugh as we made it through the tunnel.
