* * *
I know football isn’t your sport. I know it pained you to wear my jersey at the exhibition game, to stand in the bleachers supporting me. But you did it anyway. You constantly pushed yourself out of your boundaries… for me.
You chose me.
You fought for me.
* * *
I thought I was fighting too. I thought because I almost beat the shit out of Merrick, or because I barely spoke to Vaughn in New York, or because I went against my dad’s orders by being with you, that I was fighting too.
But I realize now it wasn’t enough.
I wasn’t enough.
And I’m so fucking sorry, Mya.
* * *
So let me show you I’m ready.
Meet me at the place where young men who think they have it all figured out become Gods and Kings.
Because this King is ready to claim his Queen.
* * *
I sucked in a shaky breath, his words reverberating through me, leaving me breathless.
“Now that one, I did not see. Holy shit, I think I picked the wrong Raider.”
“Felicity!” I nudged her shoulder as we both read it again. “The place where men become Gods and Kings… what does he—”
“The football field, where else?” she said as if there was no question.
And she was right.
Of course she was right.
“Are you ready?”
“I think so,” I choked out over the huge fucking lump in my throat.
“Well before we go, you should probably look the part.” Her eyes dropped to the bag on the counter. “You’ve come all this way; you might as well go the whole nine yards.”
Asher
“She’ll be here,” Cameron said as we stood centerfield waiting for any sign of Mya and Felicity.
“And if she doesn’t show?”
“She’ll show,” he said with absolute conviction.
“How can you be so sure?” I asked him, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
My heart had been in my throat all fucking day. It had all seemed like the perfect plan when I was putting it all together, but now as I stood on the football field, surrounded by my teammates, I wasn’t so sure.
If she didn’t come... fuck, I didn’t want to fall to my knees and cry like a pussy in front of them all, but I was pretty certain that’s exactly what would happen.