I did all of this. I instigated it all. I put him in this awful position. I deserve his anger, his frustration.
But despite knowing that, it doesn’t stop it from stinging.
Being with Kodie…it was so much more than anyone else I’ve ever been with.
It’s probably just because I’ve fantasized about him for so long. Maybe because he’s forbidden.
But whatever it is, I already know that no one is going to compare to him.
Kodie Rivers has ruined me for anyone else.
Was it worth it?
Yes. One million times, yes.
“Good morning, Care Bear,” Dad says as Parker and I approach the table he booked us for breakfast. “Oh,” he adds when I get closer, his eyes darting over my face before settling on the dark shadows under my eyes. “Late night?”
“Something like that,” I mutter as I lower my ass to the chair and search for the server with the coffee pot. I am in need like never before.
“We’re not all old and sensible like you, Coach,” Parker teases as she sits beside me.
“Less of the old, thank you,” he mutters.
Thankfully, Parker is happy to keep the conversation flowing, and the second she congratulates Dad on an epic game last night, the two of them get into it in the same way that Dad and I usually do. Any other morning, I’d feel left out, but right now, I don’t feel anything but broken and exhausted.
What Kodie did last night shouldn’t matter.
It was a bit of fun. Something we both needed to get out of our systems.
It’s not like I expected him to make some big declaration of love and that we’d run off into the sunset together.
I just wasn’t expecting him to be so...cold. So harsh.
I drink three cups of coffee before ourbreakfast is delivered, and despite my stomach growling in hunger, I struggle to swallow any of it.
Instead, I poke the eggs and bacon around my plate while keeping one eye on the entrance.
There is a massive table on the other side of the restaurant with a number of team staff sitting at it. It’s where Dad would usually be, but he excused himself to spend time with me. Guilt twists my insides. He’s abandoned his team, and I can barely string two words together.
The rest of the team will appear at some point, and I have no idea how I’m going to react to seeing him again.
I have no doubt that he won’t even look over, let alone spare me a second of his time.
He said everything he needed to last night.
We’re done. Over.
Not that we were ever a thing.
I let out a pained sigh as my fork clatters to my plate.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dad asks with a deep frown marring his brow.
“It was the shots,” I mumble, hoping it’s enough to pacify him.
“It’s easy to forget that we’re not eighteen anymore.”
Dad’s eyes open wide at Parker’s comment. “You were both underage at eighteen,” he points out.
