Page 14 of Second Quarter Comeback
Her lips curve into a small, content smile, and she burrows closer. “This,” she whispers. “Just this.”
I tighten my hold on her, letting the silence settle around us, broken only by the sound of her steady breaths. My fingers trail gently along her back, and I press one last kiss to her temple.
“You’re so perfect, Camille. If I’m not careful, you might become my everything,” I murmur, my voice barely audible. “And while you’re with me, I’m going to make sure you always feel that way.”
As her breathing slows, her body relaxing into mine, I know I’ve done something right. This isn’t just about the moment—it’s about building trust, brick by brick, for something even bigger.
And I’ll wait as long as it takes.
Chapter Eight
Killion:I’m heading home this weekend, babe. Then it’s the draft.
Camille: Okay.
Killion:I’ll be back though. We’ll see each other between the breaks I have, and then I’m all yours between June and late July.
Camille:I know. I mean, I’m busy with homework and will be studying—summer classes are starting mid-May and I’m takingboth sessions. So it’s cool.
Killion:I’m going to miss you too.
Camille:I never said I’ll miss you.
Killion: Why do you have trouble telling me how you feel?
Camille:It’s weird, maybe? I don’t know. I mean, why should I miss you when we’ve known each other only for a month. It doesn’t make sense.
Killion:Feelings don’t make sense—they defy logic and refuse to be neatly categorized. They just exist, raw and unfiltered, demanding to be felt. Don’t fight them, don’t overanalyze them. Let them flow through you, teaching you, grounding you, and reminding you that to feel is to live. Embrace the joy, the sorrow, and everything in between—they all have a purpose.
Camille:Wow, that was very deep. Where did you get that?
Killion:Dad gave an entire lecture to Scottie the first time someone broke her heart. Randal Moss, seventh grade. She said she would never feel again.
Camille: So you feel everything, let yourself be all vulnerable. Will you ever tell me how you feel?
Killion: Oh I will. Let me tell you, I’m falling. I’ll let you know when I’m in love with you. Not planning on holding back.
Camille:You’re nothing like I imagined.
Killion: You imagined me?
Camille:Not what I meant.
Killion:What are you doing this weekend? Maybe I can call you, we can talk, and have sex over the phone.
Camille:We’re finally going all the way?
Killion:You’re eager, aren’t you? I’m not sure if you’re ready.
Camille:You just like to eat me.
Killion:Your pussy might be my favorite thing in the world.
Camille:When are you going to let me return the favor?
Killion:Are you ready for that?
Camille:I’m ready for a lot more.
