Isabella
Hi
He’s fine
I’m with him now
It’s a concussion, cracked rib, and a bruise from where the ball hit him. He just needs to rest and he’ll be good as new
Jordan
OH THANK GOD
we actually like this man
he’s good for you
Liz
I agree
Glad he’s okay
Take good care of him
My cheeks heat at the stamp of approval my friends gave him, especially knowing he’s without a doubt reading every message over my shoulder.
“They’re not wrong you know,” he says.
“About what?” I turn my head to look at him as I slide my phone back into my pocket.
“I am good for you,” he answers with a wink.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Can you do that? You don’t need to get checked out or anything?” I ask.
“Nope, I’m all good. Cleared to head home as long as I’ve got someone who can keep an eye on me for the next few days.”
“Okay, then let’s head home.” Untangling myself from his body, I rise from the table. I pause when I realize he still hasn’t moved and is looking at me with an expression I can’t quite read. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head as if removing himself from whatever state he was just in. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just… you said home.”
My eyes widen as I realize the slip up. Ididcall his place home. And honestly? It feels like home.Hefeels like home. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
He rises from the table and tugs on my hand, pulling me in close. “I like the sound of that,” he murmurs in my ear, before turning and pulling me out the door behind him.
He’s quick to grab his things from the locker room and change out of his game uniform, or what’s left of it since he’s still missing his shirt, opting to shower at home instead of using the showers here at the stadium. He throws his bag over one shoulder and pulls me close with the other arm, draping it over my shoulder as we exit the building. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I feel his lips move as he says something under his breath, but I can’t quite make out what it is.
TWENTY-NINE
PLAYING DOCTOR
RYAN
The driveback to my apartment was silent. I could tell Isa was in her head about the accident and she’s going to worry herself sick over it. In fact, she strong-armed me into handing over the keys and letting her drive.
