Page 107 of Against The Rules

Then I could see her whenever I was home.

I could fall asleep with her in my arms and her taste on my tongue. Wake up next to her, give her a kiss before I left for practice.

Fuck. I miss her. She said she wanted space after the last game, so I’ve given it to her, and frankly, I needed to focus on my game, too.

But life sucks without her in it. It’s as simple as that.

I pull out my phone, my mind made up.

I have a team thing tonight, but I’m coming over after

My forehead crinkles. Dammit, no, that was too strong.

If it’s okay with you. I miss you.

I would really, really like that, actually

What time?

I don’t know, it might be late

I have a dance clinic tomorrow

So do I

You have a dance clinic?

No, ha, football. Can I still come if it’s late?

Yeah, just text me. We should have the place to ourselves

Good

I leave it at that, because texting her that I want her to scream my name so loud her neighbors complain probably is coming on too strong.

Besides, it’s not even the sex. I mean, yes, it is the sex, but I miss her. I want to just talk to her.

“You coming or not?” Jacob asks, holding the door for me.

“Yeah, man, my bad.”

“Wife issues?”

“Not issues, no. I’m going to go see her tonight.”

“Good for you,” he says, and I glance up at him in surprise.

“What?” he asks, glaring at me. “I do want you to be happy, and you’ve been a little bitch the last few weeks.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“Savannah seems really great. I mean it. I would like to get to know her more… when that’s a possibility.”

I stare at him, a little stunned by his admission.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

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