Page 94 of Falling Offsides

We stare at each other, breathing hard. My heart’s hammering so loud I can barely think.

I want to yell. Cry. Grab him. Kiss him.

Instead, I swallow hard and step back. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He doesn’t stop me. But when I glance over my shoulder, he’s still there.

Watching me.

Waiting.

And I know—we’re both already too far gone. Too tightly wound.

I feel it in every one of my limbs as I turn and push into the bathroom, my pulse thundering louder.

Inside, I grab my phone with shaking hands and text Delilah.

Courtney

I’m going to kill him. I swear to God. He’s driving me INSANE.

Her reply is instant.

Delilah

There’s a cure for that, babe. Just saying.

Courtney

No. Nope. Not happening.

Delilah

Doesn’t have to be a thing. Not love or whatever. Just…

A pause.

Delilah

Dirty.

Another pause.

Delilah

Desperate

“The dramatics are not helping,” I grumble at my phone as her next message buzzes through.

Delilah

Sex.

As much as I adore Delilah, and as I know she loves me, she doesn’t understand what it’s like to have someone control every aspect of your life. Every second of it…

Delilah

Get it out of your system.