Page 31 of One Wild Night
There was no use trying to sugarcoat how she felt. The truth of the matter was that she loved him. She had never stopped. All she had done over the last six years was suppress herfeelings.
But he would never loveher.
When she thought of his lifestyle, it made her feel worse. She could never hope for more because he was a famous football player, part of an extremely prestigious team, and, with that fame, came all thewomen.
Women in droves -- the fans and groupies she’d have to competewith.
Abi didn’t have the strength for it. Her heart didn’t have the energy, and if she allowed him to break he heart once more, she didn’t think she’d be able to repairit.
She looked at him, still asleep. His arms were around her, holding her close to his heart. He was just as beautiful to look at asleep as awake, and that was all it would be with him --physical.
Careful not to wake him, she slipped out of his arms and off the bed. She got dressed and left, making it to her room before the tears trulycame.
