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If I stareat my computer any longer, I’m going to go cross-eyed.
We’re not even halfway through the season, and I already feel like I’ve hit a wall. I’m tired. My feet constantly hurt, and I don’t remember the last time I ate a meal sitting down.
From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, work consumes me. The only break I get from it all is when I tumble into bed with Reid, his hands on my body a welcomed reprieve from the stress of my everyday life.
My conversation with Andrew last week isn’t helping either. His words are still echoing in my ears, and I can’t get his smug smile out of my head.
I can’t getReidout of my head, either.
No one’s ever stood up for me like that.
I didn’t go to his place after the game, choosing to spend the night alone in my apartment with a bottle of wine. Our communication has been sparse since Sunday, and I know he’s giving me space. Giving me time to process what was said to me, but I’ve been wanting to hear from him.
As if on cue, my phone buzzes. I snatch it up, happy to see a text from him waiting for me on the screen.
Reid
How’s everyone taking the loss over there?
Me
We’re just fine, thanks. No need to rub it in.
Reid
How are you?
Me
Tired. Hungry. I haven’t eaten lunch yet, and I’m starving.
Reid
Want me to bring you something?
Me
You don’t have to do that.
Reid
I’m in the area.
Me
You’re in Baltimore?
Reid
No, but I can be. Shawn gave the guys the day off, and I have nothing to do.
Me
Oh.
That’s okay. I’m fine. Really.
Reid
