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“Drew, I never want another man to make me feel like I’m worthless. I’m tired of not living life and afraid of being hurt. I want to trust again and I want to move forward. I want to honour my grandfather’s wishes and I want you to succeed. I want me to succeed. You have to promise me you will never leave me hanging like that again. I laid it all out for you, and then some, and you vanished. That fucking hurt. It made me think I once again trusted the wrong person. Please, don’t let that be true.”

I shakily inhale a breath and fold her into a hug. I’m relieved when she returns it just as much. I gaze down at her beautiful face. So beautiful, I can’t think of any other words to describe her. I can never walk away from this woman. I was in it to win it now and we need to get our shit together. She trusts me. I have to live up to that.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

She nods her head and gives me a saucy look while smacking a whisk into my chest.

“Now that the waffle maker is down and the batter is ready, you can cook them.”

“Why do I have to cook? You started it.”

“Because the best way to this woman’s heart is food. Well, one of the ways to my heart anyway. You can never go wrong with food. You’re a pretty good cook from what I’ve seen so far, so have at it and consider it your apology penance. That and I have set things on fire in the kitchen before so it’s probably best you cook.”

She pushes up on her toes and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then spins around to leave the room.

This woman.

Of course, I started cooking waffles. Life is never going to be the same now that I let Sam into my heart, dropping my guard.


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