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Fox pinches the bridge of his nose and blows out a frustrated breath. “And you look fucking adorable. Sexy as hell. And the raven is a nice touch. But you’re not going.”
“I am too. Dr. Woods said I could.”
“Which Dr. Woods?”
I throw my arms up in the air. “All of them!”
“Even Thane?”
That stops me and I feel my stomach drop.
“Well, no. But that’s because he’s as stubborn as you are.”
“If you can talk Thane into letting you go, then you can go. Otherwise, you’re staying here to rest.”
“I’m tired of resting!” I grab my phone and send off a quick emergency text before turning to Fox and giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.
“None of that,” he says, sitting down on the bed and tucking me into his side. “I just want to keep you healthy, that’s all. You know that, right? You can watch the game streaming live here from your bed. I’ll even bring the big flat screen in from the living room if you want.”
“Nope,” I argue, popping the ‘p.’ “And I am healthy. My immune system isn’t as compromised as it was the past few weeks and the last dosage is next Thursday.”
“I know, but—” Stomping on the stairs interrupts Fox, and we both turn to the door. Thane appears in it moments later. I can’t tell if he wants to laugh or shout.
“You tattled on us to mymother?” he says, crossing his arms. “Really?”
“I needed backup,” I say simply, smirking at Fox, a mischievous smile prying my lips wide.
I haven’t felt as good as I did this morning when I woke up in weeks. No, inmonths. If they say I can’t go, I’ll just hail myself an Uber and go anyway.
I think Thane can sense my resolve, because he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fine,” he says, exasperated. “You can go to Fox’s game.”
“Yes!” I jump up, giving Fox a squeeze, and he squeaks in feigned protest. Then I run to Thane and give the same enthusiastic hug. “I promise, I’m feeling up for it. We’ll have so much fun!”
“It’s football. How is that fun?” Thane says dryly. Fox throws a pillow at his head, but Thane ducks in time. “Now go take your meds for the day, and we’ll get ready to go. And you—you’re going to be late. You should’ve left an hour ago.”
“I’m always late,” Fox says with a grin. “But they love me anyway.” He brushes past us in the doorway, smacking me in the ass as he goes with a muttered, “Cheeky Omega.”
* * *
The Ravens’stadium is packed, completely sold out for the game. Thane takes one look at the parking lot and threatens to leave, but I’m able to talk him into staying. Although Thane’s parents won’t be joining us, they have a private box we’ll be using and that’s what finally settles them enough to get out of the car. The fact that we’ll be able to keep my still semi compromised immune system away from the majority of people crowded here to watch the game.
I’ll be far away from other spectators and their ‘germy bodies and dirty hands,’ as Thane likes to say before shuddering in disgust.
The private box is the height of luxury. A long table is set for five, surrounded by white chairs that look like something that NASA would design. The table is covered with fine china place settings and champagne glasses, although it’s doubtful Fox will be able to join us.
Levi and Miles forgo the champagne for beer, but Thane pours out champagne for himself and some sparkling juice for me. “No alcohol until the trial is over,” he reminds me and thumbs my pouting bottom lip when I try to beg him otherwise. We head toward the glass facing the field and take our seats, ready to watch our Fox play.
The game is, in one word,exhilarating.
It’s my first time ever seeing a live football game, and I can already tell why people obsess about the game. The sounds of the cheers and boos, the bursts of adrenaline whenever an exciting play happens, and the thrill when the Ravens score. Fox is a rock star on the field, making game-changing tackles left and right. With a minute left on the clock, the game is 28-24 in favor of the Ravens, but the Sharks have the ball.
“Watch Fox,” Thane murmurs. I crawled on his lap sometime in the past five minutes, and he’s stopped me from biting my nails at least three times. “He’ll make sure nothing happens. They’ve got this win in the bag.”
How can he be so sure?
The Sharks’ quarterback gets the ball and takes off running toward their end zone, and I gasp, shouting at the glass in front of us like somehow they can hear me all the way down there.
