“That I knew.”
“And all the weird, lonely places in the world. And I like airport scenes in the movies and I love sprinkles on ice cream and I wear my soccer cleats everywhere,” I whisper, beginning to rock against him anew. “And no one’s ever been so nice to me before.”
Finally, his lips tip up. “Isn’t that the first rule of friendship?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m nothing if not a rule-follower.”
I hum, our kisses growing salty.
I rise up on my knees and position myself over his hard cock. Looking into his eyes, I grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it over his length – something he taught his virgin fuck doll – before taking him inside my body.
Then I ride him.
All the while I tell him with my eyes, all the other things about me.
Things like I write letters. Love letters to him.
I put them in an envelope to never send them and then hide them in a shoebox.
I keep that shoebox under my bed.
Because I can’t imagine sleeping without it.
I do all of that because I love him.
I’ve been in love with him since I was ten and he was fifteen.
I tell him that with my writhing, moving body because he’s my Arrow.
He’s my sun.
And like the sun he is, he gave me a gift.
He lit a fire inside of me, inside of my stomach. Of ambition. Like he lit a fire in my heart the day I fell in love with him.
That fire burns and burns until Monday comes and I find a note in my locker from him, after which all the fire dies out from my body and from this world.
By the time you find this, I’ll be gone. I have to go to LA – something came up. But I’ll be back in a week.
Chapter Twenty
The Broken Arrow
When I left LA a couple of months ago, I was angry.
People were angry at me as well.
My teammates, my coaches. The PR team, the managers.Everyone.
They thought I’d lost my mind, coming to practice drunk and picking a fight with an important member of the staff, one who’s been working for the team longer than I have. Especially when that member was a good friend of mine. The only friend.
Especially when I’ve never had a temper problem before.
I think for a second there when they found out that I did it because I’d just broken up with my girlfriend of eight years, they were sympathetic.
But when I refused to apologize after hitting him, their sympathy went away.
