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“I thought I had lost you.”
“You’ll never lose me. Did you hear my speech about breaking and entering?”
“I heard it. It was very reassuring.”
“You do have issues.”
“I know. So do you.”
“I know,” Claude said, holding me tighter.
“Wait,” I said, pulling away. “Why are you wearing a tuxedo?”
“A, I wanted to remind you of how hot I am, in case the breaking and entering speech didn’t work.”
“Check.”
“B, I wanted to make you look good for the ceremony tonight. I wasn’t joking about collecting my date.”
I smiled, looking up at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. I loved him, wholly and completely.
“I know this wasn’t why you came and is probably why you left, but if you still want to be in the showcase, I met an agent today,” I said hesitantly.
Claude reacted by tensing up. Closing his eyes and taking a breath, he relaxed.
Opening his eyes, he smiled and said, “If it’s someone you think I should meet, then I would love to meet them.”
I couldn’t express how good that made me feel. He deserved a real shot at making a team, and I wanted to do this for him. No matter what had gone on between us, I knew he loved football. I wanted him to be happy.
But tonight wouldn’t be the night to introduce the two. It would be tomorrow. That was when the fancy ceremony was. That was when Claude could make everyone’s jaw drop by wearing his tuxedo.
Tonight, I was going to have to leave Claude to have dinner with the team as a bonding event. We’d had a few of them since the start of mini-camp and they hadn’t helped our pass completion rate. It looked like this was going to be another disappointing season for the Cougars, and the last with Papa and me.
Eating dinner and listening to the players’ speeches about how great the season will be, all I could think about was Claude. I couldn’t believe he was here. There was a part of me that thought I should be upset with him for leaving again, but could I be at this point?
It’s not like he was meaning to hurt me. And hadn’t he come back on his own this time? Neither of us were perfect, especially me. So wasn’t it enough that we were fighting to be the best versions of ourselves for each other? Considering perfection wasn’t an option, could either of us ask for more than that?
Returning to my room, I could only think of one thing, sleeping in his arms. I hadn’t slept well since he had left. A part of it was dealing with the heartbreak of him leaving. But the other part was that I never felt more loved and accepted than when I was being held by him.
“How was dinner?” he asked me.
“You tell me,” I said, handing him a carryout container.
“Oh,” he said, taking it. “I told you that I was going to grab some fast food.”
“I know. But I didn’t want you to miss out on the glory of experiencing a romp roast hurriedly made for 40 people.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he said sarcastically.
“I try to be.”
“You should keep trying,” he said, teasingly.
I laughed.
“So, how have you been?” Claude asked, putting the container on the room’s desk and lying in bed.
Although there were two beds, I crawled into his and buried myself in his arms.
