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Even though I felt relieved and relaxed after half time, I still stayed fairly quiet. I thought maybe she was worried the world would know something was going on between us if I wasn't yelling, but all my silence was supposed to be doing was protesting. More than anything, I didn't want the suits to win their war, not against me and not against her.
I knew I would pay for my silence later, but something bigger was going on in the NFL and I hadn’t been able to decide yet who to trust. All I knew was I was going to choose to be on the right side of things because my mother didn't raise Rhys and I out of the slums as boys for us to falter as men.
Where Charleigh was concerned, I walked a fine line that I shouldn't have crossed. But had I never made that leap, I might not have been cognizant enough to see what was happening. Now I just needed a plan.
When the game ended, I walked past Charleigh as we made our way off the field. I slid a piece of paper into her palm, and she took it without question, walking like nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if that was part of my plan, but it was needed. I could no longer rely on just seeing and talking to her on Sundays. Getting to know her was necessary for me to know if I was doing the right thing in the long run.
* * *
You slid me your number like a middle schooler?
I’ve been acting kind of juvenile, huh?
What do you want?
I leaned back on my bed; thankful she hadn't waited too long to text me. After the game, I had gotten a workout in, showered, ate dinner with Rhys, and laid back to wait. It was like she knew the moment I was settled and needed to hear from her.
To fight.
With fists, words, or naked?
All three.
I smiled at our banter, picturing her rolling her eyes at me as she read my messages. It was different for us–calm, nice.
Wow, you suck a guy’s dick one time, and they get clingy.
You've sucked it more than once.
Touché.
And you will suck it again.
There you go again, assuming I will jump when you tell me to.
Turns out, I don't even have to tell you to.
Don't make me regret it.
No regrets. We are way past regrets.
So, what do you want?
Let’s fight Friday.
I bit my lip and worried I wasn’t being direct enough. Could she read between the lines? Did she understand I meant more than just fuck or fight?
What do you have in mind?
Meet me at Bobby’s and we go from there.
Well, you already know that’s where I’ll be.
But I needed to make sure you had clothes with you, something you could change into.
The bubbles of her impending text popped up and stayed up for a while, then disappeared. When they came back onto my screen, I held my breath and waited for her response again. But just like before, the bubbles disappeared with no messages coming through.
Finally, after what felt like a full five minutes, her answer came through.
