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This is what love feels like.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this content in my entire life.
The only thing that would make things better is to share with the world what Ellie and I have become to each other—everything.
But first we have to tell Arden.
Ellie
The next few weeks are a whirlwind. Nils is cleared to play, and life goes back to normal.
We’re in love, and our relationship is growing stronger every day. The only thing still hanging over our heads is that no one knows we’re a couple.
No, wait, Finn knows. We didn’t say anything to him. He guessed and then flat-out asked Nils.
He couldn’t lie to Finn, so that was that. To his credit, his teammate has made a solemn promise not to say a word to anyone.
And he hasn’t.
There are times that I think Willow knows too. She has that intuitiveness about her. I just get the feeling that she’s onto us from her knowing looks and little smiles. Still, she’s respectful. She doesn’t ask, nor does she say anything to Arden. I think she respects that it’s our story to tell.
And tell we must.
But not tonight. I have to work at Boots, and Nils has a home game against St. Louis.
Sitting down on the edge of our bed as softly as I can, since Nils is taking his pregame nap, I pull on one high black boot, then the other.
I already have the rest of my “uniform” on—short red-and-black plaid skirt, boy shorts, and a white blouse. I don’t unbutton the shirt as low as I used to. I could tell it bothered Nils.
He never said anything, but I took action on my own.
That’s what you do when you respect each other.
Nils lets out a light snore, but remains asleep.
I blow out a breath.
Though it’s almost time for him to get up, I’ve been careful to move around the bedroom quietly and not make a lot of noise as I was dressing. I didn’t get to talk to him earlier, since I was out grocery shopping when he got home from their optional practice this morning.
He’s stirring, though, so we’ll have a chance to catch up now.
“Hey,” Nils mumbles groggily as he props up the pillows behind him, leans back, and crosses his arms over his wide, bare chest.
Unfortunately for me, he has on lounge pants. Otherwise, I might ditch my own clothes and jump on him.
Catching up could always wait for later.
But no, this is my chance to talk with him.
I need to take it.
Sexy times must be put on hold.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” I ask as I zip up my boots.
“No.” He runs his fingers through his messy hair, yawning. “It’s time for me to get up. I have to get ready to go.”
Sighing, I lament, “I wish I could come to the game tonight and watch you light it up. You’ve been playing so well lately.”
