Page 91 of Play of Love
Chapter 19
Josh
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Idecided to sleep in. My whole body ached and felt like a truck had run over me backwards and forwards several times.
I was going to take it easy today and stay in. It was Saturday morning and come next week we would be training every day from sun up till sun down until the first game . Coach Simpson wanted us to go in hard. I’d upped the game dramatically and changed everything up. I felt sorry for the Centaurs. Losing would hit them hard.
I felt it was going to be a game to be reckoned with and I was seriously looking forward to it.
I’d really pushed myself, really tried to focus and do all I had to do. But it was hard.
I missed Amy so much and life wasn’t the same without her. I didn’t get another PA. Instead I asked Hilda to help out and I did the rest. It just didn’t feel right to replace Amy. I’d told Zelda that she’d be back in a few weeks, even though I knew there was a chance she wouldn’t be back at all.
I tried to hold back during my calls to Amy and never reveal how much I missed her because I didn’t want her to feel bad. She was where she needed to be and I had to respect that.
When she was here I had always imagined her at the first game, standing with my father, cheering for me. Just like Mom and Clarissa used to.
I then imagined being with her all the time, taking her out, going on long walks on the beach, and listening to her talk about her designs.
I just missed her. I didn’t know if it was okay but I planned to go see her when I had a clear weekend. Perhaps when her mother had fully recovered, because I didn’t want to impose.
I went downstairs and heard the TV. I must have left it on last night, but I couldn’t remember leaving it on the Cartoon Network. That stupidCow and Chickenshow was on. I hated it and couldn’t imagine what would possess someone to come up with shit like that.
I made my way into the living room to turn it off but froze at the entrance. I stopped and my heart seized within me.
Just before me was the beautiful blonde woman who I saw in my dreams every night. Actually, I didn’t need to be asleep to dream about her, I thought about her all the time, so much that I swore I hallucinated her presence.
Was this what that was?
I watched her sitting on the sofa, munching on a piece of toast. She looked ahead at the TV just as that dreadful cow was about to eat that disgusting meal of pork butts.
Maybe I was still asleep and this was just a figment of my imagination.
Why would Amy come back?
Why would she come back to me?
I brought my hand to my mouth as Amy turned and looked back at me.
“You have no cereal, and this bread tastes weird,” she stated, smoothing a lock of her beautiful, shiny hair behind her ear.
I watched her grimace at the bread but finish off the last piece anyway.
“Amy.” I said her name just louder than a whisper, more to myself than to her as I tried to work out if she really was here.
She gave me one of those sweet smiles and stood up, bringing her hands together over her gray skirt. Just like in my dreams it floated about her golden legs, luring me to stare.
Her eyes fixed on me and she looked cautious. “I hope it was okay to come here. I wasn’t sure if you were busy.” Her gaze shifted nervously to the hallway behind me then back to my face. “Or, if maybe you had company.”
God, she thought I’d been sleeping around again. I didn’t know what to say. I was too shocked to see her, and my feelings for her overwhelmed me to the point where I couldn’t talk.
Instead I moved towards her and interrupted her next words with a kiss. It felt so good to kiss her. And to hold her. She was like pure energy to my soul and I experienced this euphoric blast of vigor as I touched her.
I held her face as I pulled away to look down at her. “You came back to me.”
She nodded and smiled at me. “Yes, I came back…to you.”
