Page 265 of Just for the Cameras
Oh God, don’t cry.
Whatever you do, do not cry.
“Hey, you,” I answer as I stare up at him in complete awe that he came back.
That he’s choosing to be near me.
“Thanks for coming to the game.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I say as I can feel the cameras and practically everyone in the stadium watching our every move, but it all fades away as I stand there, talking to him.
“Listen, I have a note for you.” He takes my hand in his, and he places a folded-up piece of paper in my palm. “Read it privately, where no one can take pictures over your shoulder, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, feeling like I’m back in high school where the hunky jock is talking to the nerdy girl who loves animals. “Should I be worried?”
He softly smiles. “No.” He glances over his shoulder. “I have to keep warming up or Keenan might have my head. He’s already grumbling about how I had to go back into the locker room to grab your note.”
“Well, don’t let me keep you.”
He takes a step back and winks, sending my heart into a tailspin.
“Enjoy the game.”
“Good luck,” I shout before he jogs off, looking so damn fine in those football pants that I can practically feel my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
“Dear God in heaven, why do I feel like I have an erect dick in my pants?” Scarlett asks.
I let out a laugh and a sigh at the same time, relief flooding through me. Turning to her, I say, “He talked to me.”
“He sure did. He even passed you a note. How about we get out of here, and you go and read it?”
“I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.”
She puts her arm around me and leads the way. “Then let’s get out of here.”
“Let me know if you need anything else,” Scarlett says as she sets down some water for me.
“Seriously, Scarlett, you don’t need to wait on me.”
“I know, but it’s more dramatic this way.” She winks and then takes off, leaving me in the small conference room she was able to secure for me.
I unfold the paper that Graydon gave me, and I smile as I take in his scratchy handwriting.
Adorable.
Leaning back in my chair, I read his letter.
Hey beautiful,
What the hell am I going to do with you? Here I was, thinking that I could just part from you, suffer the pain of losing you, and regret the decision for the rest of my life, but you just wouldn’t let me do that, would you?
You clawed and worked your way into my life, never giving up, never running away, never getting scared, and now I’m left here, in my house, needing to make a decision on what to do because I’m going to see you tomorrow, and I know the minute I see you, I’m going to break.
Crack.
Crumble.
Because yes, beautiful, I love you.
