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“Without a doubt. For what he did to you. Absolutely. Oh, and for showing up unannounced. In my face talking about, ‘his girl,’” I huffed. “Bruh could have caught all these hands.”

“You don’t have to worry about him. That door is closed, and he won’t ever be able to open it. And I made sure he knows that.”

My shoulders slouched, and the crease in my forehead eased. “That’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Even sexier than me telling you I want your head between my legs, and your tongue—”

“Hell naw. But unless you want me to crash this car, you might have to keep those words to yourself for now.” I stretched my neck. “If I could, I’d be on my way to your house to do that. But…”

“Oh,” she sounded deflated, “I understand. I’m sure you have an early start in the morning. A long day ahead of you.” She continued, “Being wrapped up inside of me is the last thing you need right now.”

I smacked my lips. “It’s about the only thing I want right now.” An image of Mario laid out on the field flashed in my mind. “But I better take my ass to the house. Save all those thoughts for me though, alright?”

“Of course.” She whispered, “Hey, in case you’re wondering, this door will stay open for you.” Then she warned, “As long as you don’t fuck up.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I got you.” I wanted to promise I’d see her soon. Set something up for the weekend. But I knew better than making a promise I couldn’t guarantee I’d be able to keep.

ChapterNineteen

Gianna

The longest time I spent away from Shawn was a few days. That was only because he’d have business trips that would take him to other cities, and states. In all those times, I’d miss him. Couldn’t wait for him to get back home, or to talk to him on the phone at the end of the night.

But I didn’t physically ache at the thought of him not being near me. Like my chest didn’t wreck pain with every breath, and my muscles didn’t tense at the sound of his name. Not like it did with Angelo. Then again, weeks without being in his presence was torture on another level. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on my back, his lips on mine, his strong arms wrapped around me.

Training camp, practice, and then the pre-season games kept him busy though. At least that’s what he explained when we talked. He was laser focused on football. I didn’t want to consider myself a distraction, except that was the only thing I could accept. If he couldn’t fit me into his life during the season, would I be okay with the few months he had off the field?

I shrugged off the thoughts and decided to fill my mind with the good times instead. In a few short weeks, we fell into whatever it was we had. How even after weeks of not spending time with him, I still wanted nothing more than to spend every moment with him.

I was sprung. In the best way possible.

“Dr. Hayes.” Jenna poked her head through my office door and startled me. “Sorry. Your next patient is ready.”

“Of course.” I stood from my seat and followed her down the hall. I would have liked to proclaim that Angelo wasn’t a distraction for me. That would be a complete and utter lie though. He invaded my thoughts between patients, and if I wasn’t in the office, he was the only person on my mind.

I looked at my patient though, and as I said, “Hello, Ms. Ward,” I made the thoughts of Angelo leave my mind. “How are you?”

“Girl, fine,” she said with a smile.

I started her exam, and as I did, Jenna changed the channel. “Ms. Ward, I forgot you are a sports girly.” In our office, we tried our hardest to make the patients feel comfortable. Most of them hated sitting in the chair, and any form of entertainment paid off.

“Sure am,” she said around the probe hanging from her mouth. “Already have my tickets for the season,” she announced.

I was more into Ms. Ward’s mouth than what was playing on the TV. But when Jenna gasped and pointed her finger to the screen, I turned. The probe fell from my hand and crashed to the floor. “Sorry,” I said, reaching down to grab it. “Jenna, can you grab me another pack?”

As she did, she asked, “Isn’t that Angelo?”

My eyes were on Ms. Ward. If they stayed on the TV, on Angelo, I would have done more than drop the probe. I had to be mindful of my hands, and the placement of the instrument. I didn’t want to make her bleed by pressing too hard.

“Sure is.” Ms. Ward’s words sounded muffled. “He’s starting the first game at least. If Mario’s ankle doesn’t heal, maybe more than that.”

Angelo didn’t mention it. But his dedication to the field made more sense. He had more to lose, a lot to prove.

“His fine ass can stay on that field all season for all I care. I’m praying he has a break-out performance, and they consider keeping him in that spot.” Then she sighed. “If that coach—” Jenna suctioning her spit interrupted her sentence, “can get over himself. I swear he has a hard on for Mario.”

My eyes widened at her revelation. “Why is that?”

“He could have replaced him after his string of losses and mess ups last season. He’s a good QB overall, but…” She shrugged. “Not the best in the league for sure.”

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