Page 46 of Fumble Into the End Zone
Stacie
And who is he?
Kindness
I have all day, Mia.
I placed the vase on my nightstand and stepped back to take in the fresh flowers. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I bounced my shoulders at Marcus’s name.
Marcus
Harley can’t get all the credit.
Butterflies flushed through me as I rested against the bed.
“Mia, get it together,” I said to myself before I responded to his message.
Me
She drew me a beautiful card. Please have her call me later.
Marcus
And what about her daddy?
I sat on the bed and read his text message again. The thoughts of his lips and hands all over my body teased my thoughts.
Me
What about her daddy?
Marcus
Do you miss me?
I covered my mouth as I gave a shy giggle.
Marcus
I miss you.
Me
Marcus
Marcus
Do you miss me? I’m not going to stop until you answer my question.
Me
I don’t have to respond.
The phone rang in my hand, and my heart dropped to my feet. Marcus Allen appeared on the screen, and, in a panic, I answered. The sound of a whistle blowing in the background exposed his location.
“Do you miss me?” his deep baritone voice asked.
I danced my eyes around the room for a few minutes. “Marcus, you should be paying attention to the field. Not on the phone with me,” I said.
