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“So that I can fuck you while you wear that and only that when we get home,” he says, right before taking my earlobe between his teeth.
Thank God I wore my hair down today. We don’t need people seeing what he’s doing to me.
Because he’s right. That is why I wore it.
“You may be on to something, Jacobi.” I say to him, giving him a grin when he pulls away. “Maybe you should hurry up with that shower so that you can go home and find out if that was indeed the purpose of me wearing this jersey.” I throw him a wink.
“Fuck,” he says shaking his head. “Meet me by the locker room.”
He starts to skate away but, I reach out and take his hand before he can.
“We also have to talk about something,” I say, biting the bullet on talking to him about Elijah and how I want to go forward. “So, hurry, yeah?”
“Is everything okay?” he asks, concern coating his face.
I throw him a nod and give his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, everything is fine. I just want to get your thoughts on something.”
“Okay, give me a few and we will go home.”
“Is that what you really want?”Blake asks a few hours later.
After the game, instead of coming straight home, we went out to get some drinks with the team to celebrate the Knights win tonight.
If I’m being honest, it felt strange to me. Since Blake signed with the Knights, we have always gone out with the team after a win. Tonight, it felt different, though, since I was there in the capacity of his girlfriend and not just his best friend. It threw me for a loop a bit, but I loved every single minute of it.
Going out for drink with the team wasn’t our first official date, that hasn’t happened yet but hopefully it will soon. I got to spend time with Blake and look into his eyes that are my favorite color blue, what more can I ask for?
When drinks was done, we came home and he put on a movie. To distress from the game, he said, but I knew what he was doing.
He knew that something was on my mind and he was doing everything he could to distract me from it. That made me love him more than anything.
Eventually, that distraction had to come to the forefront. I couldn’t keep what was on my mind in any longer, he had to know what I was thinking.
So, I paused the movie and I told him.
I told him how my mind was spiraling with thoughts about what to do with the case against Elijah. I told him how I was thinking about dropping charges. How even if we just startedthis whole process, I was already feeling discouraged about what the outcome might be. I watched him the whole time, more so when I told him that I wanted to drop the charges.
Now moments later, I’m in Blake’s arms, getting lost in the heat that his body is letting out and how tight his arms are holding me to him.
I nod against his chest. “Yeah, its is.”
I go back to the moment where I started thinking about doing this.
Earlier in the week, I had a meeting with my lawyer to talk about the evidence side of things. She said that the more that we have the better.
I showed her and gave her all that I have.
She looked at every picture and one single question started the downward spiral.
Did I have anymore?
When I shook my head no, she let out a sigh that I can still hear days later.
She told me that she would do everything in her power to make sure Elijah is never able to hurt another person again, but with the evidence that we have, it would be hard. It won’t be enough to put him behind bars, at most he might pay a fine but even then, that could be a stretch.
There were no broken bones.
No hospital visits beside the one in San Francisco documented.
