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“Really? You love me?” He pauses long enough to look me in the eyes. That he would even doubt he was capable of the magnitude of love I feel for him is heart wrenching.
“I love you so much, Damien.” I use every emotion I hold inside of me and hope that he hears the truth behind what I’m saying to him.
“Gia, baby, I love you too. You’re my world.” He says the words just before he slams in and out of me two, three more times.
Without warning, my orgasm pulls me under, a tidal wave of ecstasy. I drown in it. It fills my heart and lungs as I pulse around his cock and plead for mercy in the shower.
“I love you, baby.” He whispers once more he slams into me a final time and I feel his body shudder with his release.
We come together, holding each other. I try to allow my fear and anxiety to wash away with the water as it rains down around us.
My chest rises and falls against him. We stand there like that until the water runs cold.
Damien flips off the taps. He picks his towel up off the floor and wraps it around my body, drying me off before drying himself.
We walk together from the bathroom to his bedroom. We climb into his bed, and he pulls my naked body to him.
I roll, scooting my back to his front, still soaked from the shower. He wraps his arms around me, warming me from the inside out.
“Gia, I meant what I said. I love you. You and Astria are my whole world, and I will stop at nothing to make your dreams come true.” It’s a confession in the darkness.
“You are my dream, Damien.” It’s all I say as I lay there in his arms and wonder how we got here. Together. Holding each other as our daughter sleeps soundly in the next room.
Chapter Eighteen
Damien
“I’m sorry Damien, but rules are rules. The Board’s already handed down their decision. We have to release you from the Rams.”
Take it like a man, Damien. Do not let this break you. There are other ways.
“Yes sir,” I say, my voice tight. I drop a copy of my medical release onto his desk anyway and clench my fists at my sides.
This way will be harder. It’s not the path I wanted to take. Hell, none of this was on my radar just a couple of months ago. I was at the top of my game. We should be in the playoffs right now.
Life can change in an instant. Guess I like learning that lesson the hard way.
My current release is conditional. I still have weeks of rehabilitation to undergo, even then there’s not one hundred percent assurance I’ll be cleared completely.
I guess I thought, hell, I don’t know what I thought.
It’s okay. This is a minor setback.
Coach doesn’t look up from his desk. He doesn’t so much as glance toward the paper I’ve placed there. His silence is the nail in the fucking coffin of my college career. Realizing the conversation is over I turn on my heel and leave.
I walk out on my team, but I won’t quit.
I won’t quit because I have something worth fighting for.
I head to the locker room and thank God for small mercies when it’s empty. I quickly empty my gear out of my locker. I study the wooden benches that line the walls. Rafferton is scrolled on the wall above the entrance to the showers. It was my first time playing without T. It was my first time belonging to a team that was my own. I made a name for myself on this team. This has been my home for the last two years. I’ve been through so much during my time here. I stand in the middle of the locker room and rake my hands through my hair.
How do I explain this to Gia?
Fuck.
How do I explain that I failed her? I failed our daughter and our family. I failed my team. I take a deep breath and pull down my Ram’s jersey for the last time.
Sometimes the hardest step to take is the next one.
