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My head is spinning, my heart pounding in my chest with every word he just said. I want all of it. “Yes. I’m yours. I love you too.”
Hawke’s hand moves to my neck, bringing my body back against his. With my hands free, I anchor myself to the couch.
His fingers touch my cheek, “Look at me.” I turn my head until I’m looking back at him and he can reach my mouth with his. Hawke feasts on my lips, our breathing deep, in sync.
“Come on my cock, sweets,” he demands, and I can’t resist. I let myself go, waves of pleasure overwhelming me. Hawke groans, chasing his own release, until I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his heat.
When it’s over, we’re both breathing hard as my body sags into the couch.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispers, pressing kisses along my back. Too tired to talk, I nod in agreement. Hawke’s answering laugh is muffled when he turns me around and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom.
He makes sure the water is warm before stepping in with me still attached to him. My body turns to mush while he soaps us both up and rinses us off. I’m practically drooling I'm so relaxed by the time we’re done and he wraps me in a fluffy towel that I've grown to more than just like. Somehow I manage to brush my teeth and my hair, then Hawke is taking my hand leading me into the bedroom. I curl up next to him, thinking how right this feels and that I could do this for the rest of my life.
“Oh you will, sweetheart. You’re mine.” Hawke’s voice is low when he places a kiss on my temple. I guess I said that out loud. Only I don’t mind and with a smile on my lips I fall asleep easily.
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“I can just patchthe tire, and if you bring it in when you get back, we can get that tire changed then so you don’t miss the big game,” the mechanic tells me, going over the quickest options.
I made it back to Michigan in time to meet up with my team to fly out for our bowl game. As much as I wanted to stay in Ohio with Emmarys and her family, I had other obligations, which they were all really supportive of. To my surprise, Emmarys had talked with her mother and mine to coordinate the holiday season around my bowl game. I was able to see everyone over a span of two weeks at various times. Everyone was excited for our football team advancing this far, and my girl was proud of me. Emmarys came with me to my family’s home before stopping to see her family as well. She didn't get mad or complain about our time being limited; she was just there for me, cheering me on and making sure I felt remembered this holiday season. It killed me to be away from her knowing this next series of college football playoff games for the national championship whichwould lead up through the new year and if we saw each other at all we’d be lucky.
When Emmarys wasn’t in my life, I never had to factor a girlfriend into my plans and games. I was suddenly nervous that if I wasn't with her, she would think this whole relationship was a bad idea. My schedule was crazy and this was only half of what it would be like once I was playing professionally. The only thing keeping me calm was that she was checking in with me through texts, video calls when I was available, and making sure I knew she cared even if we missed a day of talking. I never loved her more than in these two weeks when I could see how our lives were going to go, and she was a fucking angel.
On my way back to campus, I had a random flat tire, and Emmarys had even been able to contact an open garage in order to help me get it fixed on time so I made the bus. She said she knew the guy and that he would help out. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about her passive comment, and jealousy burned in my gut. Standing here now, the guy looks familiar.
“Thanks man,” I tell him. “I really appreciate it.”
He nods, his head a dark, unruly mess of brown hair. My eyes flick to his name tag.
“You played hockey in Crimson Bay, right?”
The guy’s head lifts and something passes in his eyes before he nods. “Yup. For the Pirates. Although you skipped town if I remember correctly.”
My nerves buzz for a second and I try to place where I’ve seen him and with who. How is he important to Emmarys?
“Yeah,” I grit out, “Although it's all working out now.”
He nods and goes back to typing on his computer. My eyes roam over the walls and then his work station, looking for any hint as to their connection again. A picture catches my eye and I do a double take. It's of a toddler, she's dressed in pink fromhead to toe, her hair a blonde mess sticking up all over. Instantly I recognize her and then the past slides into place.
“You moved here for them?” I tip my chin at the picture and the guy goes rigid.
His gaze moves to the picture and then to me. “They’re my life.”
“I get it. I came here for my girl and nothing else,” I tell him, letting him know he isn’t alone but that these Pirate girls are worth it in the end.
He goes back to typing before grabbing my tire and taking it behind the closed door. I take a deep breath and pull out my phone, sending a quick text to Emmarys.
ME: They were open. Getting a patch for today and they can get me a new tire later.
MY SWEETS: Good! Text me when you get there. I’ll be cheering you on in just your jersey ;)
ME: Em, don’t tease me when I can’t touch you…
MY SWEETS: I just wanted to give you something to think about while you’re playing. For good luck.
ME: Being hard during the game isn’t going to help me.
