Brody follows behind him and Demi sighs. Oh man we have it bad.
We still have some time before we have to leave so I make some coffee and sit on one of the bar chairs in the kitchen.
“Things seem to be going well with you two,” Demi states. She takes a seat next to me and watches me from over her cup.
“Yeah, I guess things are good. It’s been a rough week but we got through it.”
“Did he tell you about Haley?” she asks. I hear the caution in her voice and I wonder how much she knows. She grew up with Grayson so I assume she knew his sister too. And what happened to her.
I nod. “Yes, he told me about her. He also told me about Emilie.”
Demi’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “That’s big,” is all she says.
“Why?”
Her inquiring gaze drops to the kitchen counter and she appears to be thinking something over. When she speaks, her voice is serious and her face contemplative. “It’s the first time he’s really spoken about Emilie. When she died, it was like part of him died with her. He became numb,” she pauses, “And then Haley left. He was a mess for months, gettin’ involved with some hussy’s to block out his hurt. We didn’t know if he’d ever be happy again.”
I don’t tell her about how he broke down and told me everything. Not because I don’t trust her, but because I think it’s too private to share. It’s not my place and I don’t want to break Graysons’ trust in me.
“Until he met you,” she continues. “He’s happier. You put that little spark of life back in his eyes and when he looks at you, it’s impossible to miss the love that shines through.”
The weight of her words sink in and the flame inside my soul that burns for Grayson flickers, burning a little bit brighter. It warms me from the inside to know that I do for him what he does for me. Brings me to life.
“I love him,” I whisper. “So much that it terrifies and exhilarates me at the same time.”
Demi’s soft smile makes me feel at ease with my admission. There’s understanding in her eyes, speaking volumes but without saying a word.
“He loves you too.” Her statement makes my smile. It has as much certainty in it as if you were to state that the sky is blue and know that without a doubt it’s true.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks in her next breath, clapping and bouncing on her feet excitedly. Her enthusiasm is both contagious and compelling and I find myself wanting to bounce and clap right along with her.
I nod and we head out the door, making our way down to my grey Jeep.
The stadiums parking lot is almost full when we arrive but we manage to find a spot in the corner. Fans are hovering everywhere, creating a noticeable jolt of anticipation in the atmosphere. Getting out my Jeep, my awareness of my surroundings instinctively increases and I find myself observing the face of every guy with sandy blonde hair and a lean, muscular build. I sigh inwardly when I don’t recognize them and casually start making my way towards the stadium entrance with Demi at my side. We walk in and Demi releases a squeal of delight, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. There isn’t an open seat anywhere, save for the people still entering the stadium. My nerves twist and turn in my belly as we take our seats right in front of the fifty yard line. Of course Grayson would have gotten us two of the best seats; he’ll want to be able to see me during the game. Silly boy. I don’t want him worrying about me when he has guys charging at him during the game. I just hope I won’t have to watch him get hurt, that will be my undoing.
The noise dies down and the announcers’ voice booms through the speakers. It becomes eerily quiet, everyone waiting for our boys in black and gold to run onto the field. When the heads of our team come streaming out of the tunnel, pandemonium erupts and the crowd goes wild. I watch as Grayson jogs onto the field with his team mates, commanding his team with the power and authority I’ve come to recognize. My eyes travel the length of his body, stopping a bit longer where the material of his pants hugs his butt and thighs. I never understood why girls swooned over the way a football player looks in his uniform, but seeing the way the material clings to Graysons’ skin and shows off every muscle, I finally get it. My need for him grows and heat pools between my legs. The thought of wrapping my legs around his lean waist while his legs tense with each thrust is enough to make me explode right here. The feeling is purely animalistic.
He catches me looking at him and he smirks. He’s developed an uncanny ability to read my thoughts, especially when they’re about him, and judging by the glint in his eyes, he knows what I’m thinking right now. Because he’s thinking it too.