Page 92 of Play of Love
“What about your mom?” I was just trying to be unselfish.
“She sent me away,” she chuckled. “She’s doing a lot better and apparently doesn’t need me. She thought I might be needed here more. For work.”
“For work?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yes, it’s a busy week ahead, right? You might have needed me for filing, and doing all that PA stuff.”
This was one thing I’d noticed about her that always stood out to me. While I was very open with how I felt, it took a while for her to express her feelings. She’d dance around them as much as she could and I’d have to drag it out of her. Even when she had evidence to confirm how I felt about her, she still veered on the side of caution.
“Amy, screw the PA stuff. I don’t give a shit about files and whatever the hell else Zelda told you to do. I missed you, and youknowI don’t have company. Who would if they have you?”
Her eyes never left me; she looked at me and I saw a mixture of different feelings. I saw gratitude, admiration, but also fear.
“I missed you too. I missed you a lot and I thought I was going to miss the chance to see you play.” Her voice sounded shaky like she might cry. I took her hand into mine and brought it up to my lips.
“The game doesn’t matter. This does.” I moved her hand, referring to the connection we shared. “And we’re talking far too much.”
She giggled as I swooped down and lifted her up. When she kissed me I knew this would be one of those days when we’d confine ourselves to the bed.
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Amy
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I wrapped my arms around Josh and allowed him to carry me upstairs. Mom had practically pushed me through the door and banished me from coming back until I was happy.
It was more my concern and worry over her that kept me in Atlanta. Had my mother been well, I would have been running through the door Myself and into Josh’s arms.
I had my own host of worries about him, my own fears about my ever-increasing feelings for him, but during these moments when we were together I forgot everything and my heart took over.
All I wanted was him.
He took me to his room instead. He’d never said why we always went to my room, but I knew it was because he felt awkward about it.
But here we were inside his room, and as he set me down on the bed I could see all the changes he’d made. The bed, for a start, was new; he’d also painted the room a soft blue, replacing the previous green wall paper. Everything was pristine and tidy, and looked like it belonged to someone else.
“You changed everything,” I stated, still looking around.
“It seemed fitting.” The smile in his turquoise eyes contained a sensuous flame. I’d missed those eyes so much in the last few weeks. And the way he looked at me. It was the way he was looking at me now, like I was precious to him. I’d walk to the edge of the Earth to see and feel that look. Like always it had the ability to wipe away everything bad that had ever happened to me, and all I saw was tenderness, passion, and admiration.
“And the bed?” I was trying to compose myself. Trying to still my wild-beating heart. I couldn’t describe to anyone what I felt right now. It was too great for even me to accept and comprehend.
“The only person I want to share it with is you,” he replied.
I’d worried for nothing and blew my fears out of proportion. The way he looked at me told me I had.
He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me all while taking my clothes off. Soon we were wrapped in a tangled web of passion and, like always, I felt that rush of desire course through my body. It quenched my thirst for him and sated the hunger that rippled throughout me .
That was all I remembered of reality. The rest was pure raw emotion that couldn’t be labeled. No words on Earth described how good I felt, and good was an understatement. It was just the beginning, and deep down I knew what I felt had no end.
We never left that bed. We made love until sleep took us and repeated the same process as the days went by.
I resumed my PA duties, but as soon as he got home from training we’d end up in bed again.
The night before the first game I lay awake, wide awake, and fully aware as the truth hit me hard.
I loved him. I loved Josh.
