That and sending him home with leftovers so I know he’s fed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to keep these?”
I push the Tupperware dish into his hands. “Positive. I can’t eat all of that. I made it for you.”
“Thanks, Chloe.” He grabs the doorknob, ready to leave.
“See you later, Dax.”
I watch him walk to his car, not wanting him to go. I want to call him back and have him stay. Create silly poems with him. Talk jewelry and business. Nothing and everything.
As he pulls away and I close the door to my small apartment, it feels too big. Too quiet. Like it needs someone else in here with me.
Not someone.
Dax.
Chapter Thirteen
DAX
Chloe
Good luck this afternoon!
Dax
Thanks
But it’s only preseason
I still want you to do well
I’m sorry I won’t see you after the game
Why won’t I see you after the game
Umm…
I mean, it’s fine if you don’t stay after
It’s not a big deal
Well, Erica and I have plans
What are you doing?
Do you wantme to tell you?
Now I have to know
We’re going to a sex club
Oh
Erica knows a place
Cool cool cool cool cool
