Second Chance: A Military Football Romance

"You'll never guess what he came here to do."

"Eat your food? Have sex? Did he lock himself out of his place and knew you'd let him spend the night?"

"No," I said, rolling my eyes, though this was Sean we were talking about and all those were possibilities. "He came in saying he and I needed to talk. He just started dating someone new and told me he came over to give me a chance to defend why he should still see me or it's over."

"That fool walked into your house and gave you an ultimatum?" she asked.

"Can you believe it?"

"No. Just no. You can't anymore. Dump him, please. For me, so I don't have to hear this shit anymore. For yourself, so he isn't making you defend your title as his spare girlfriend."

"I think I'm done," I said, weighing the possibility in my head.

"Really done? Or just done till the next time he calls you?"

"He has a new girlfriend, he shouldn't miss me," I said, shrugging.

"I want to congratulate you for shaking 175 lbs of dead weight, but I'll believe it when I see it."

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Anything. What is it?"

"I need you to tell it to me straight. Don't sugar coat it."

"Of course. What do you need to know?" she asked. I took a deep breath.

"Is Roman seeing anybody?"

"No," she said immediately, almost too fast.

"Tiff, I mean anybody at all, it doesn't have to be a girlfriend. Do you know if he's taking girls home? Dating?"

"No, Vee. He isn't."

"Are you sure?"

"I know he's been seeing his friend Donovan again and they go out to bars, but he isn't seeing anybody, not even casually."

"Great," I sighed.

"Why? I thought... I thought you were done with him."

"He left me this box at my door earlier this week. It had a note in it. He wants to meet up and talk. He basically said where to meet him and that he'd be waiting there every day at the same time till I showed up."

"Have you talked to him?"

"No. It's going to take more than just a letter to see him again."

"I can tell you for a fact that he isn't playing you," she told me. "If he wants to talk, maybe you should hear him out if nothing else. Then you can hear it from the horse's mouth."

"I'll think about it," I said.

"Guess that's all I can ask you to do," she conceded. I thanked her for telling me and hung up.

The boxes had started showing up on Tuesday; it was Sunday now, almost a week. How long would it be before he gave up and stopped going? Had he been going at all? Was I too late? If I was then it was my fault for thinking the offer didn't have an expiry on it.

But if Tiffany's facts were straight and he wasn't seeing anyone, that meant that he was serious about... About what? Something. Us getting back together? All he had said in the notes was he wanted to talk but, it made sense that maybe that was what he wanted. The only way to know for sure was to go talk to him.