She walks out of the bedroom and I see her immediately, because I’ve been staring at the door for twenty minutes, waiting. Waiting for her. Trying to breathe without her long enough to let her take a shower and put on some clothes. It’s not going well. Every time she’s not in my arms, every second I’m not consumed by her, all I can think of is losing her. How the lies I told to my teammates are going to come back to haunt me. It’s only a matter of time. After the championship tonight, I have to come clean. I have to clarify to each and every one of them that I’m not dating Stella for my image. I’m with her because she’s my f*****g life.
Now that I’ve spent the last two days giving her my c**k, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She’s mine. She’s mine. I’ve made her say it a thous
