Chapter Five
“You pick one, I pick one.” I click to the movie section of her television.
She brings a tray over filled with popcorn, candy and drinks, setting it next to my feet. I hate feeling like a lazy bum who’s not helping her. I might be physically hurt, but she’s emotionally injured right now, and I honestly don’t know how to fix it.
Any guy would be lucky to have her, but she wasn’t wrong in the store—our dreams don’t make it easy to make a relationship work. And I’m sure it’s even harder for female athletes because most men aren’t going to quit their job to follow. Two of the couples we know best are making it work because they share the same dream. Most average Joes aren’t going to throw their career aside to put her career first.
She piles her hair on top of her head, and my
