Taking care of him.
Handling the fighting.
The toxic words.
She’s better off on her own.
I could tell Porter the things Mom and Dad told me over the years—the reason I had enough and decided to leave. Where would that leave us? If they acted put together for him, no matter if it was real or fake, who am I to ruin any relationship he may have with them?
So instead of bringing up past demons that I’ll never rid of, burdening him with them, I choose to move forward.
“Tell me how you got into football,” I diverge, grateful he goes along with it.
Turns out, my brother is a big fan of Aiden Griffith. And when the player in question comes downstairs hours later to check on us, he and Porter talk the game, my brother’s high school stats, and where he wants to take his future, all while my old friend steals peeks at me mid-conversation.
I mouth “thank you” while sitting with the Starbucks drink he brought down with him, seeing my brother’s face light up having somebody to talk to.
Aiden believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself, giving me what I needed when I was sure I didn’t need anybody.
Drawing my knees to my chest, I get lost in the words he demanded of me in the hotel room.
Trust me.
My heart expands realizing I do.
And I wonder what he sees in my eyes when he catches me staring, unable to look away as the realization crashes into me.
I’ve never truly stopped loving Aiden Griffith either.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ivy
The Sunday following the game against Wilson Reed, the house clears out for Thanksgiving break. All the guys go home for what remains of the last week off before finals start in mere weeks, which means Aiden and I are officially on borrowed time.
Porter is sleeping on the couch when I wake up later than usual to see Aiden already out of bed. I sneak past my dozing brother, who still sleeps twisted up to the point he must hurt when he wakes up, and head upstairs in a pair of ratty pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt from Aiden’s dresser.
I hear voices in the kitchen and know immediately who they belong to. Hesitating around the corner, I hear Emily Griffith murmur quietly as Aiden says, “…deal is. You and Pearce seem to think I can’t handle myself when it comes to her when I’ve done nothing but prove otherwise.”
My body tenses as I press against the painted beige drywall, careful not to be seen. Bottom lip tucked into my mouth, I nibble nervously and keep my breathing as light as possible to hear their replies without giving myself away.
It’s his father who speaks up. “I have nothing against the girl. We’ve always liked her. But what if she decides to walk away. You weren’t yourself for months after she left and now is not the time to let someone in when you’ve got a lot of people watching you.”
“Is this about the Raider’s game?”
“Aiden,” his mother says lightly. “That game was not your fault. Nobody who saw it blames you for the outcome.”
“Your mother is right. You played strong out there and so did most of your team. They had an advantage being in their own territory and got away with too much. I know it was a hard hit for you, but the results of that game won’t impact the interest you have from NFL scouts. ESPN is still showing the reels and talking about it, especially since Bill told them about the combine you were entering in a couple months.”
The sound of Aiden huffing makes me frown. He and Porter had the sports channel on last night when they showed a replay of the game, and the reels weren’t exactly in favor of the tight end in the kitchen. “They showed me getting tackled with seconds left of the game. The only thing they’re talking about is the loss I handed my team.”
I want to tell him to stop beating himself up over it, but then I’d be a hypocrite. We’re all our own worst enemies.
His father turns the topic around, and I don’t feel any better about it since it involves me. “Do you at least see where I’m coming from about this?”
“You mean about you disapproving of my choice because it’ll pull my head away from thinking about football 24/7?” my best friend retorts sarcastically. “Last I checked that was a good thing. Everyone needs a break.”
“But—”