I watched as he went to the door and knocked on it. Sighing, I sank onto the bed again. I was stuck down here for the foreseeable future.
The door was pulled open by a guard, and something was shoved into Church’s hand. He returned to me and dropped it onto the mattress next to me.
A tablet.
“Check out the folder with your name on it,” he said before leaving me.
I frowned, grabbed the tablet, navigated to the folder with my name, and opened it.
Inside were videos. Pictures.
I tapped on one out of confusion and found a video of me playing football in high school.
It was the championship game. I swallowed hard as I watched Fox throw the football. I’d caught it and had run it in for the winning touchdown.
My breath caught as Fox hugged me.
“You’re the fucking best,”he’d shouted as he held me.
I navigated away from the video and went to the next. It was us at Mayfair. Just some student life video that had been posted on the college boards.
I was sitting at a table with Fox and the guys. We laughed as Cole gave Fox shit.
“Man, you know I’d whoop your ass in a battle of wits,” Cole snickered at Fox.
“I’d whoop your ass in all things, Scott,” Fox retorted before throwing a French fry at him. Cole threw one back at him, both laughing. I made to flick my fry, but it hit E in the face, making him grunt as he tried to study for an upcoming chemistry test he had.
Rosalie slid onto Fox’s lap, ending the short-lived food fight.
“Mm, Rosie,” Fox murmured, kissing her. “Hey, baby. How were classes?”
“Good.” She kissed him again.
My stomach tightened, wishing I could hold her, but we’d agreed she’d be Fox’s on campus.
“Ani wants me to go out to this club tonight—” Rosalie started.
“Nope.” Cole shook his head. “That’s not happening.”
The video cut off there, and I moved to the next one. It looked like it was taken from one of our phones.
Rosalie’s.
She’d recorded Fox’s birthday.
“Hey, birthday boy,” she said, kissing him as he sat at the kitchen table.
Cole slid a birthday cake in front of Fox and took a seat as Fox held Rosalie. The video shook, and E’s face came onto the screen because he’d taken the phone.
“Hey, it’s Fox’s twentieth birthday! We’re here celebrating.” E smiled.
“Fox is doing his best to get laid!” Cole shouted.
“And I’m going to,” Fox said around Rosalie’s kisses, making her laugh and break away from him while I sat by quietly and watched, a small smile on my face.
“Get back here.” Fox reached out and dragged Rosalie back to him as she tried to escape. She giggled and shrieked as he messed with her. He finally got her onto his lap, where he kissed her again.
“I love you, Rosie,” he murmured. “I didn’t need any gift other than you and my family.”
