Page 72 of Her Football Star Ex

I didn’t want to say good night to him right now.

The other women in my divorced ladies Facebook group would probably tell me I was so stupid to want to spend time alone with my ex.

But I did.

I wanted to be alone with him.

I just wanted a night where we pretended things had never gone wrong and we were still together.

I didn’t want to go inside and be by myself. I had spent half my nights alone over the past year and I didn’t want to do it anymore.

So I looked up at his face on the dimly lit porch and asked, “Do you want to come in for a little while?” And then I held my breath as I watched the surprise register on his face.

I didn’t know how I’d feel if he turned me down.

He bit his lip for a moment, as if trying to figure out what I meant with my invitation.

I said, “Just to hang out. You said your mom has Jaxon for the weekend, and I don’t really feel like going to bed yet and would love some company.” I shrugged. “Unless you already have plans for your night alone.”

Like a late night with his date for tomorrow…

A sinking feeling came over me as I realized what he could have had planned.

But he ran his hand through his dark hair in the way that I’d always found so adorable and said, “Sure. I can hang out for a bit.”

“Okay, cool.” I sighed, relief instantly washing over me and leaving me feeling weak.

I typed in the passcode to my door and opened it. As I was flicking on the lights in the entryway, Vincent followed me in.

“Was that the same passcode we had when I lived here?” he asked.

I nodded as I kicked off my heels. “You were the one who installed it, so I never knew how to change it.”

I guess I could have paid someone to help me or watched a YouTube video on how to do it, but I just hadn’t really cared to. It wasn’t like I needed to worry about him knowing the code to my house. He wasn’t going to rob me or anything.

I opened the closet door to hang up my coat, but when I went to take it off, he was right there, helping me slip it off my shoulders.

“Thanks.” I looked up at him through my lashes, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“No problem,” he mumbled.

We hung up our coats, and as we walked down the hall toward the living room, I realized I hadn’t really decided what we would be doing once we got there.

What did one do when they were hanging out with their ex?

A few options came to mind, but since I probably shouldn’t be trying to kiss a guy who had a date with someone else the next day, I tried not to entertain that idea for very long.

There were lots of other things we could do. We’d always loved game nights in the past, or a movie would be nice. So I suggested one of those ideas.

He shrugged and said, “I was actually planning to watch that new murder movie that just came out when I got home tonight. Would you want to watch that?”

“Yes,” I said enthusiastically. “I’ve been dying to see that one but never had anyone to go with when it was in the theater.”

“I already have it on my VUDU account. I can just log in on your TV, if you want.”

“That would be perfect.” While he grabbed the remote from the drawer in the entertainment stand, I said, “I’m just going to hurry upstairs to change into something more comfortable real quick.”

“Sure.” He glanced over his shoulder then went back to logging into his account.

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