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“Sounds great.”
“Let me get my laptop.” I run into the bedroom and bring it back into the living room. He pours us both a glass of wine. But before I say that I can’t, I realize he has brought sparkling water. He knows I can’t drink before a competition. I have to be well hydrated.
“Okay, you ready?”
He grabs the pillows, lies down, and puts his arm on my pillow. I lie back with his arm under my neck and our heads propped up on two pillows. My knees are bent with my laptop resting on my thighs, and we write the story, “Stallions Game Day Superstitions.”
He praises me every time I think I have a good line, when writing is much more in his wheelhouse. When we’re almost finished, he blurts out, “We forgot to add in about the jersey.”
“What about it?”
“My teammates who have girlfriends always talk about their girl wearing their jersey to the game or and having sex with them while wearing their jersey.”
“I guess… I’ll need a jersey.” I run my hand up his dress pants to half-erect shaft.
He forces a hard swallow. “Fuck, I’ll buy out the team store.”
“Oh, no, no, no. I will only wear jerseys that have your sweat on them.” In my opinion, the only thing better than wearing his jersey filled with the scent of his dedication to basketball is sliding against his sweaty skin.
“You’re so bad.”
“We’ll find out when you fuck me in your jersey.” I put the laptop on the floor and climb on top of him. “I can’t wait until the season starts.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
DANE
Me: Morning. Do you have a uniform I can wear of yours? I feel like you're superstitious like that.
Lettie: Morning. You would look funny in my tight pants and little boots. I’ll pass.
She’s in the bathroom, but I do have something for her.
When she comes out, her hair is slicked back in a tight, fancy bun at the bottom of her neck. She looks like a million bucks. And her ass in those tight pants makes my dick twitch. She carries a little more weight in her hips, and I love digging my fingers into her flesh in that spot.
“Wow, if this were a beauty pageant, you would win, hands down.” She blushes as I slip my arms around her, kissing her forehead and not wanting to mess up her lipstick. “You’re ready. But call me superstitious, I need to give you a lucky charm.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the copper coin she gave me when we were seniors in high school. I rub my thumb and finger over it, and her eyes tear up. “You gave this to me when I didn’t believe in myself. The pandemic made me scared of germs, and you gave this copper coin to me and said, “Keep it in your warmup pants on the bench. Take it out and rub the germs off. It has antibacterial properties and will keep you from getting sick.”
The water in her eyes is about to fall when she says, “You were so scared because your grandmother died from complications from that virus. But she was already sick, Dane, and it wasn’t because you had a cold and hugged her.”
“I know that now. But I’ve carried this coin with me every day since. Did you know that?” I ask.
She pulls her mouth to one side. “Occasionally, I would see you flipping something in your pocket.”
“Whenever you were flirting with another guy or if I was having a bad day for another reason, I would rub the coin, not because of germs but because you gave it to me, and it showed how much you cared for me. I knew you would always have my back. Now I’m giving it to you. I have your back.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” she asks, pressing on her toes.
“Not since last night.”
“Well, I love you, and I’m lucky to have you as my best friend and boyfriend.”
I grab her ass. “You bet your ass you are.” She cackles as she jerks. “Now let’s get some breakfast before Jasper steals you away from me.”
Grans called me this morning, hysterical. She’s so fucking happy, and I’m not kidding, her exact words were, “I’m so fucking happy. I always knew you loved my girl, and she’s always felt the same about you but too damn stubborn to admit it. And she was afraid you didn’t feel the same way.”
She found out because the local news did a story on us. I almost forgot about the camera crew. As I scroll through my phone, we’re blowing up on social media. When I find the actual newscast online, I watch with intrigue. I’ve been on newscasts for at least the past four years, but I’ve only watched the one where I committed to the Stallions. Overall, it’s positive and sweet. The headline that scrolls under BIG STORY reads:
