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Taylor
I think I love you, Foxy.
Brody meant it as a joke. It was just how he was. Plus, we had only been together for six weeks, if you could even call our weird relationship being together. It was still a secret that most people didn’t know about.
But the word love sent a surprising flurry of butterflies in my stomach. No matter how Brody had intended it, there was definitely a bit of truth to the word, even if it was just a bit.
I wanted to do everything for him. Surprising him at his hotel in Miami. Helping him relax the night before a game with a blowjob. And I especially respected the fact that he did need to study, so we sat up in bed, him with his iPad and me with my laptop, each doing our separate work while simply enjoying being in each other’s presence.
I’m so incredibly happy with him.
My only regret was that we had gotten a late start. If not for my crappy handwriting, we could have started dating in the summer. And once I was playing the what if game, I realized that he never would have dated Isabella in that scenario. Which meant we wouldn’t have had to keep our relationship a secret.
If only, I thought as we drifted off to sleep together.
Brody left for the game the next morning. I sent him off with a very long kiss and a smack on his cute little butt. Once the team was gone, I took a shower, grabbed my backpack, and snuck out. I found a coffee shop down the road where I could continue grading papers until Kim picked me up for the game.
“Is it weird watching the game from up here?” she asked.
“A little!” I said. “I keep glancing down at the Dolphins cheerleaders and watching their routines. I know I’m being harsh, but I think the Stallions Girls are better.”
“I would agree with that!”
Kim’s sister was sitting on the other side of her. They chatted for a bit. When the sister got up to get a beer, I tugged on Kim’s shoulder.
“Hey, quick question. You haven’t told anyone that I’m dating him, right?”
Kim smiled warmly. “Dallas told me the situation with the cheerleader captain. Don’t worry—I haven’t told anyone. My sister thinks you’re just a friend of mine.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Thanks.”
“I know how hard it can be to date a player secretly,” she said.
“Got any advice?” I asked.
Kim frowned down at the field for a long moment before answering. “Understand your role in everything. The game, the sport, is important. If he ever has to choose between you and the game…” She shrugged. “I guess, don’t make him have to choose. Because that wouldn’t be easy for anyone.”
“Dallas chose you over the sport,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, and the Stallions lost that playoff game because of it! Sometimes I still feel guilty about that, but…” She shook her head. “Enjoy your time with Brody. You’re good for him. I know he thinks so, too. Dallas certainly does.”
“Really? He does?”
Before she could answer, her sister returned and we had to drop the subject.
It was fun watching the game from the stands. I didn’t have to think about the next dance routine I had to perform, and I didn’t have to constantly have a smile plastered on my face. I relaxed, had a few beers with Kim and her sister, and enjoyed myself.
It helped that the Stallions jumped out to an early lead, a lead which the Dolphins never overcame. Dallas Lockett looked sharp and composed in the pocket, and his passes to Brody were crisp and frequent. And Brody made easy work of the Dolphins defense, spinning and maneuvering through them like they were toddlers.
Good thing I didn’t hold him back last night, I thought as we left the game. I wanted to make sure I was always supportive of him. Never a hindrance, the way Isabella had been.
He makes me a better version of myself. I want to make sure I do the same for him.
*
Back in Salt Lake City, the end of the semester passed without fanfare. I was stuck in my office for twelve hours a day grading papers and reporting everything into the student portal. Even though I had already done this once during the summer semester, I had forgotten just how much work there was to do even after final exams.
