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I cupped his face and stroked his cheekbone with my thumb. “You were?”

“Mhm.”

“Stay in my room.”

“Okay,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Just sleeping. I’m exhausted and—”

He put a finger over my lips. “Just sleeping. I’m actually really terrified right now.”

“Why?”

“Because I never thought I’d be here again, and I’m scared I’ll fuck it up.”

“Well, are you going to run again?”

“Never. I promise.”

Taking his hand, I led him down the hall toward my room. My heart pounded as hard as it had the first time, but we wouldn’t get anywhere if I didn’t try to trust him, so I clung to that promise, repeating it in my head.

We laid down on the bed, facing each other, and just stared. After taking a deep breath, I scooted closer so that I could wrap an arm around him.

“Can I see what you’ve drawn since then?”

He breathed a laugh. “Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Alright, and all the ones I’ll draw in the future.”

“Mm. Promise?”

“I fucking promise.”

Chapter 66

Roman

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked as I stepped into the kitchen.

Kai, Theo, and Travis were standing at the back door, staring outside. They each had a cup of coffee in their hands and looked sort of like old men. I might have laughed except that when they looked at me, they were obviously not happy.

I moved closer and looked outside. A flash of lightning appeared above the clouds, followed quickly by a clap of thunder.

“Shit. Is it gonna last?”

“Pete said they’re likely gonna call the game,” Travis replied.

“It’s supposed to clear up by one,” Kai added. “But they have no way of knowing what the field will look like. Worst case, they play tomorrow.”

“That’s a bummer.”

“More rest for Trav’s delicate arm.”

“I don’t want rest,” he countered, obviously annoyed. “I want to go win the damn game.”

My hand moved toward him but stopped short. Dropping it, I awkwardly diverted to the coffee pot, pouring myself a large cup. After adding some milk, I sipped it and stared out of the window abovethe sink. The sky looked angry, like it had some vendetta against this final game.