jadyn miller’s Reviews > Face Off > Status Update

“I’ll buy a place up there so I can have somewhere to stay without invading the life you create for yourself. We’ll figure the rest out as we go. I know we will, because I. Love. You.”

yearn city.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell, but you need to hear it. I love you. I love every part of you, and that won’t change whether you’re here or there. I told you early on I’d find a way to track you down, and I would. I will, baby, because I fucking love you. I’m going to be on a plane to see you every day I can.

“I want more with you, Emmy. I want to come home to you every night and I want to take you out to dinner in the city. I want to hold your hand on the sidewalk and I want to kiss you in the rain. I want all that shit they talk about in the movies. I’m going to be honest with you, though. I don’t have a clue how to be in a relationship or how to be a boyfriend, but I’m going to learn.“

i love him

I want her as so much more—a partner. A girlfriend. My best friend. I don’t know if we lose the game or not. I really don’t fucking care, because I’ve already won. I have her, and she’s the greatest prize of all.

“That’s for saying she only has a job because she sleeps around.” I go for his jaw next, and something pops in his cheek. “That’s for saying you’d let your teammates touch her.” I move to his forehead and deck him there. “That’s for making fun of the books she likes to read.” My final blow is to his eye, and I hope I break his eye socket. “And that’s for getting to her before me.”

swooning

“Let me tell you something about Emmy, you small-dicked piece of shit. In fifteen years when she’s being inducted into the Hall of Fame and you’re a nobody who’s never accomplished anything in this sport, your kids are going to be talking about her.“

I’ve never imagined my future, but for a second, I do. I look one year, five years, ten years down the road and try to get a glimpse into who that person might be, but all I see is red hair. Green eyes.

She sniffs and buries her face in my neck. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to comfort someone who just shared the most tragic part of their life with me, because telling her it’s all right. It’s going to be okay sounds like a load of fucking bullshit. But I want to make it okay. I want to take her pain and carry some of it for myself, so she doesn’t have to do it alone.

“I carry this weight with me. I think it’s my fault. Maybe I should’ve just done something else to make her happy. It’s why I walk around with this chip on my shoulder; I feel like I have to constantly defend my decisions.”

“No way,” I say fiercely. “That’s not how being a parent works. You were doing things that made you happy, and she should’ve been happy for you too.”

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“You’re safe with me.” I drop a hand to her thigh and squeeze the bare skin I find there. “If you want to get wasted, I’ll keep an eye on you. If you want to take eight shots, I’ll make sure you get to bed safely.”