Page 28 of Catching Feelings

?CHAPTER SEVEN

ROWAN

It’s been two weeks since I bared my soul to Adam, if that’s even his real name, and I’ve been embarrassed to show my face in public. Not that anyone but Adam knows my deepest, darkest desires.

And not that Adam knows my real name or what I look like.

It hasn’t been too hard to be anti-social, as that’s my new norm. Not that I begrudge my best friends for falling in love and spending all their time with their spouses, but I do feel lonely from time to time.

We got together at Riley’s when the Revs were away, the day after I admitted my desires to Adam.

He didn’t message me again for two days, but we picked up where we left off, before I told him I wanted to get railed into oblivion.

Our conversations have been relatively tame. I expected him to be a typical male and harp in on the sex stuff. To ask me to send him naked selfies or elaborate more on my sexual desires.

In a way, I want him to ask me, but I also don’t. I’d feel too...dirty. And while I want to experience a sexual encounter that will leave me unable to walk or even talk, I don’t want that with a stranger.

I want it with a partner. With someone who will give me after care. Someone who wants to go on dates with me and embrace my sweet side while keeping our sexual lives private.

Those are big wants.

Especially when I don’t feel comfortable voicing them.

Wrapping my hair around my hands, I twist an elastic around the mop and loosen a few chunks to make the perfect messy bun.

Paisley is coming to the game this afternoon, so I’m wearing Nash’s jersey instead of Walker’s. I typically alternate between the two anyway, supporting my best friends’ husbands.

Since it’s supposed to stay in the mid-seventies all afternoon, I slip on a pair of cut-off denim shorts and slide my feet into low-top white Converse.

Normally, I carpool with the girls, but since this is Emmett’s first game, Riley isn’t sure how he’ll do. At four months, he’s still spending the bulk of his days nursing, pooping, sleeping, and giving the occasional giggle.

Paisley swears she won’t get bored at the game, but Kendall wanted to drive just in case. At least it’s a preseason game and the starters won’t be playing too much. That leaves me with Jackson and Taylor, which I don’t mind. They’re fun to be around, especially since they know less about football than me.

Until Jackson reconnected with his brother, he and Taylor had never watched a game. Now, he’s the loudest one in the stands cheering on Walker and constantly yelling out, “That’s my brother!” It’s adorably sweet.

“Want to stockpile some snacks before hunkering down in our seats?” Jackson asks as he loops his arm through mine.

“I filled up before you picked me up, but I wouldn’t turn down a seltzer.”

“I got it.” Taylor taps me on the nose. “The usual, Jack?”

“You know it.” Jackson sighs as he watches Taylor head toward the concession line. “Even among all these jocks, my husband is still the hottest man here.”

“I agree.” I bump Jackson’s hip with mine and we head toward our seats.

We’re the first to arrive and we lean against the railing, our gazes landing on an endless smorgasbord of muscular asses encased in the most delicious tight pants.

“If I wasn’t so in love with my husband, I’d so tap that ass.”

“Which one?”

“Yes.”

I snort. “Tell me you’re at least lusting after the right team.”

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