“I told a few of the guys to let me know which bus you were on.” “Why?” “Because this is two hours that I get to spend with you.” “But your teammates may get the wrong idea.” “What idea is that, Paisley? That I’m into you? That fate put me in the stands and seated next to you that day, and we shared a kiss that rocked my world? That the thought of one of those fuckers getting this time with you had my gut twisted in a knot?” I open my mouth to reply, but I’ve got nothing. I have no response to his speech. All I can do is stare at him as the truth of his words reflects back at me.
