I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to bury myself deep, stay inside her while I slept, anything to keep our connection with each other.
I wanted her in my bed every night, so her face was the last thing I saw when I went to sleep, and the first thing I saw when I woke up.
I needed her, and I refused to give her up.
I walked into the locker room, where Denver was sitting next to his locker, his glasses in his hand.
He stared off into space, and I walked up next to him, putting my bag down next to my locker.
Denver jumped, making me raise an eyebrow, “What’s up?”
“Just thinking about you. Are you okay?”
Denver shook his head, “I think I met my girl.”
I looked over at him in shock, “What?”
He nodded, “I saw her in the stands at the last game. I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Good for you. Watch for her today. I don’t doubt you will find her.”
Denver looked away from me after putting his glasses back on. “She wouldn’t want a nerd like me.”
I shook my head, “You don’t think so?”
He shook his head, “When I was in high school, I was the biggest nerd. Sure, I played on the football team, but girls didn’t look at me. They still don’t. I’m not the guy girls want.”
I knew Denver didn’t date. Sure, he gave me a hard time earlier about it, but the man was shy as hell. He often stuttered when asked questions at any of the press conferences we had.
“Man, I don’t doubt if she is your girl that you will have any issues. You are a good man.”
Denver nodded, “I have never even felt half of this before. Is this how you feel about your girl?”
I grinned, “Fuck yes. She is amazing. When you meet her, you will love her too.”
Denver stood, “I can’t wait. I hope my girl will be here today.”
I smiled, “I hope so too.”
Denver was a good man to have on our team. He was quiet, sure, but he was a tank on the field. He may feel as if he were a nerd, but his build suggested otherwise.
Denver was at least six feet three inches and was all muscle. He was our center, snapping the ball to the quarterback.
He excelled at keeping our quarterback safe and tackling those who needed to be tackled.
Denver turned to get ready, smiling to himself as he pulled on his gear.
I did the same with mine, pulling my jersey over my pads. I wanted Kresslee to wear my jersey one of these days. That and only that.
I wanted my name across her back. One day. Soon.
I stretched in the back corner of the locker room, needing to get myself hyped up.
This was the first time I had played against Creed since I found out everything. It wasn’t going to be an easy game, but I knew it would be worth it.
This would also be the first time seeing Kresslee cheer in person since everything happened between us.
I couldn’t wait.
