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Everything was still so new that it felt weird to say it out loud, especially to a parent who’d either throw one hundred and ten percent of their support behind me or think I was crazy. But thankfully, my mother sounded closer to the former when she responded, “Oh wow. That’s amazing. I’d love to hear all about it over dinner some time.”
“Should’ve known that was coming,”I thought as I tried my best to let her down easy with what was honestly the truth. “I’m like, really really busy right now,but…”
“I didn’t mean tomorrow, Briyana,” she interrupted with a chuckle. “Maybe next Sunday?”
“Ummm… let me check my schedule.”
When I put a brief pause on the conversation, it wasn’t to check anything. I was really just buying myself some time to come up with an excuse for why next Sunday wouldn’t work. But unfortunately, the only one that came to mind got snatched out of my grip before I could even mention it once my mother suggested, “Since the Skyhawks have the early game, I figured you could come by right after. And bring Hawk too. I’d love to see him.”
It probably should’ve been concerning that my mother wanted to have dinner with Lance and I. But instead, I found the thought of having him with me comforting, making it easier for me to agree, “Okay, yeah. I guess we can do that.”
“Great!” my mother exclaimed excitedly. “I’ll let you know what time and send you my address in case you forgot it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I responded with a strained grin as we ended the call. And it wasn’t long after that the man she wanted to have over for dinner was walking through the side door of his home, his somber energy palpable enough for me to greet him with my arms already open for a hug.
With no words, he fell right into them, his face buried in the crook of my neck where he let out a frustrated grunt. But after about a minute or so, he finally began to relax until I told him, “You were great today.”
Just like that, he was right back tense when he responded, “It wasn’t enough though,” pulling away from me to head towards the kitchen while I followed and optimistically argued, “There are still more games left.”
“And only so many more weeks we can get away with telling ourselves that bullshit before we miss the playoffs,” he replied as he opened the fridge, saw nothing he wanted, and closed it right back just as I told him, “That’s not gonna happen.”
“It could.”
“It won’t.”
“It might.”
“It won’t,” I repeated with a little more vigor, my enthusiasm bringing a smirk to Lance’s face as he threw his arm around my waist in a loose hug to pull me closer then asked, “Why you so confident, huh?”
“Because,” I answered, realizing I had no real explanation other than, “I just know.”
“Oh, you just know?”
“Yeah, I’m lowkey psychic,” I responded playfully, making Lance chuckle before he pecked my lips with a kiss. Then he took off towards his bedroom with me right on his heels like a damn puppy, casually tossing over his shoulder, “Well I guess I’m kinda psychic too since Kicks by Bri was the talk of the locker room today.”
“No shit?” I asked, legitimately surprised to hear it even though a few of his teammates had already been in my DMs with inquiries.
“Talk of the locker room”felt like a different level though, making it hard for me not to grin once he responded, “Everybodywas asking me about these damn shoes.” And with perfect timing, he kicked them off his feet, moving towards his dresser to remove his hat and jewelry next as he added, “I told ‘em to wait ‘til tomorrow to try and get in touch with you though.”
“Why?”
Of course, I appreciated the gesture since I was already slammed with orders. But I also knew a single day wouldn’t even make that big of a difference, though I quickly learned it was less about the shoes and more about Lance once he pulled his hoodie off then approached me to answer, “Cause I want you all to myself tonight.”
Once he wrapped me in a hug and started kissing on my neck, it was already decided that he was about to get as much of me as he wanted even when I teased, “Don’t you think that’s a little selfish?”
“That’s the point,” he groaned with a nip to my ear that made me shudder as he moved us backward towards the bed. But when I lowered myself onto the mattress and then wrapped my hand around the back of Lance’s neck to pull him down with me, he made a noise that sounded less about pleasure and more about pain, startling me a bit as I paused to ask him, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’. I’m good,” he insisted as he finally climbed onto the bed. But once we got to fooling around, it was clear that that wasn’t the truth, the way every little movement seemed to make him wince turning into a problem I couldn’t just ignore as I stopped again to ask, “Are you injured, or are you sore?”
When he responded, “Just sore,” I believed him. But since I also knew the repeated collisions that occurred during a professional football game left pain that was comparable to getting in a bad car accident on a weekly basis, soreness wasn’t something I could just look past for the sake of giving Lance’s dick all my attention, his other body parts becoming more of a priority as I pushed myself off the bed while telling him, “I’m gonna go run you a bath.”
Considering how close he was to being inside me, I wasn’t surprised when he responded with an annoyed grunt, eventually following me into the bathroom where I was already busy checking the water’s temperature with my hand by the time he suggested, “Baby, I promise you, I’m good.”
“And a bath will make you even better,” I told him, peeking up from my bent over position to ask, “You want some bubbles?”
“I got some bubbles?”
Giggling at his confusion, I grabbed the bottle of bubble bath from under the counter while explaining, “I bought some one weekend you were away, but haven’t had a chance to use it yet.”
