Page 53 of Hitting the Goal Line
I’ve been fighting urges like that ever since we got together almost two years ago. Urges to kiss her, urges to get lost in her body once more. I have so many urges when it comes to Sophia, but I don’t act on any of them. We’ve come so far since that night. I don’t want to risk anything. I especially don’t want to risk losing her. So I keep those urges at bay as best that I can.
“We did say that, didn’t we?” she says, still gnawing on her lip.
“We did. We even talked about when I got drafted. So why are you freaking out?”
A piece of hair falls in front her face and another urge comes rolling through my body. Control yourself, Jacobi.
“I don’t know. Maybe because I wasn’t mentally preparing to move to Chicago now? I know you talked about signing early, but I didn’t think it was actually going to happen. So I didn’t plan for it. Besides, we made the majority of those plans when we were kids, I didn’t think that they would hold any ground. If I remember correctly, I said that I wanted to be a princess whenI was six. That doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and look for an actual prince to marry and make that dream come true.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide again.
“What is there to plan?” I ask, ignoring her tangent about being a princess. She’s freaking and I see that as a good sign. Besides, it all seems simple to me.
“Um, school? I can’t drop out and just got to Chicago. I have to find a school to transfer to. On top of that, I have to find a place to live. There’s so much to plan.”
I guess that now is the time to shock her even more.
“I have that covered,” I say, giving her a smile.
Instead of smiling back at me or giving me a look that tells me that she is thankful for taking a few things off her plate, she scolds me.
“What do you mean ‘you have it covered?’” The way she asks the question reminds me of when both of our moms used to yell at us whenever we walked into her house with mud all over our shoes.
Stepping closer to her, I place my hands on her shoulders and give her a smile. One that I hope is going to work in my favor.
“I put a lot of thought into this,” I say, pulling out my phone. “I have a list of schools within the city that have vacancies in their nursing programs and their transfer deadlines.” I turn my phone over to her so that she can see the list that I found. “And if none of these schools work out, I also have another list for programs in the state of Illinois. All of them are top rated.”
She takes my phone and scrolls through the list. Not only does it have school names, but it also has dates, addresses, emails, everything.
“What does this number next to each school mean?”
Like I said, I thought of everything, including where she was going to live.
“That’s the mileage from the apartment to said school,” I tell her, dropping my hands from her shoulders and taking a step back to protect my body.
“Apartment? What apartment?”
I feel sweat dripping down my face. “The one I found for us to live in.”
Word registration in three, two, one…
“I’m sorry, forusto live in? What do you mean byus?” Her eyebrows go all the way to her hairline.
Out of all the reactions, that one was one I was least expecting. Sophia is a curveball. I for sure thought that she was going to knee me in the balls first and then ask questions later.
A nervous smile takes over my face. “I mean, that I found an apartment forusto live in. Like together. You and me.”
I thought about this long and hard. It was internal battle that I dealt with for weeks regarding if it was a good idea for me and Sophia to live together or not. I went through every single pro and con, I even fought myself for thinking up the idea.
Living with Sophia would be a good and a bad thing. Good, because I don’t have to worry about her living alone in a strange city or her safety at night. As for the bad, well, there are a lot of reasons why living with her would be a bad idea.
The way I feel about her is definitely a problem. I don’t know if my body, or fuck, my heart, will be able handle being around her twenty-four seven. I don’t know if I would be able to handle her bringing home a guy and hearing him fuck her in a way that I crave.
I know for a fact that I won’t be able to handle hearing her laugh day in and day out and not bringing her closer to me, so that I can make her laugh even more, preferably with my mouth.
It will be pure torture, but I’d rather torture myself and have her close than not have her at all.
I’ve kept the façade up for two years now, I can keep it up for longer.
How much longer?
