Page 63 of Hitting the Goal Line
Him, Liam, Christian and I make up a good little group.
“Did your family watch the game?” I had asked him a few days ago if his family was going to make it to game seven, sinceI hadn’t seen them at any other game and he straight up said no. So, I figured they were going to watch it at home. Wherever home may be, because Logan is tight lipped about anyone that is related to him.
Logan gives me a shrug. “I haven’t asked, but if someone did, it’s going to be my brother.”
That’s something, I guess, but it’s still sad as fuck.
“Well, at the very least they will be proud of you.” I throw out, taking a drink of my water.
Logan just shrugs and changes the subject by nodding toward Sophia, who is sitting next to me.
“You should go take her home or something,” he suggests.
I look over at the girl next to me and find her head is bobbing up and down, as she tries to fight off sleep but failing.
I would be too if I’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours. Since was going to leave the hospital early to attend the game, Sophia went in early. And by early, I mean the girl left our apartment at six in the morning. Way before I was even up.
Thank God I thought ahead and got a room here, just in case too much alcohol was consumed. Now, I don’t have to lug her into a car to head across town.
“I have a room upstairs,” I say, finishing up my water and getting up.
“Take her up and just come back down,” Logan says, getting a second wind by the way he’s finishing up his vodka.
“Nah, if I go up, I’m going to want to fall into bed and never come back down. Might as well call it a night,” I answer him, looking down at Sophia trying to figure out how to get her up.
We’ve been here before, and she is not the least bit helpful when it comes to carrying her while she’s asleep.
“Pussy.” Logan throws in my direction as I place my arm under Sophia’s thighs.
“Fuck off, I will see you in a few hours.” I grunt as I lift the girl up and get her settled in my arms hoping that I don’t drop her. If I do, I will never hear the end of it.
Sophia shifts slightly in my arms, cuddling deeper into my hold and wrapping her arms around my neck as I make my way out of the restaurant.
“I can walk,” she lets out, her voice full of sleep. But even as she says the words, she relaxes deeper into my hold.
“Alright, let me put you down, then,” I tease, bending down ever so slightly so that her feet touch the floor, but she let out a whine.
“I said that Icanwalk, not that I wanted to,” she throws out, almost rolling herself into a small ball so that she doesn’t touch the ground.
“Whatever you say.” I chuckle, hike her up higher in my arms.
As I walk us through the lobby and into the bank of elevators, she’s quiet, which makes me think that she has fallen back asleep, but that theory gets thrown out the window once the elevator doors close.
“You did it, Blakie,” she whispers, using the nickname from when we were kids.
“What did I do?” I ask her, a grin forming on my lips.
“You won the damn cup. That’s what you did. I’m so damn proud of you,” she says, placing a kiss just under my jaw.
In all the time that we’ve been friends, she has only kissed me there once and that was during our one and only night together. I remember that kiss just like I remember every other kiss that she has given me or we have shared.
Her kissing me in that specific spot, has my body reacting in ways that it shouldn’t, especially when I have her in my arms, pressed up against a part of me that she hasn’t felt in years.
My fingers dig into her thighs.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, because even though I haven’t had anything alcoholic in a few hours, I still could be and I could be imagining that she’s kissing me just under my jaw when she isn’t.
“Maybe a little. Are you?” she asks, her fingers moving along the nape of my neck.
