Dig

by L.A. Ferro

"Aria, last night I didn’t say anything for reasons you don’t understand. Yes, I was mad, but it’s more than that. I wasn’t mad at you, pretty girl. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you." He pauses and takes a minute to interlace our fingers. "All I wanted was to jump through the phone and scoop you up into my arms. I wanted to hold you until the pain went away. I wanted to kiss you from head to toe and tell you how much you mean to me. How perfect you are. No words would have been enough at that moment, and I was fucking pissed that I couldn’t articulate that. Not much has ever made me want to leave the field." He pulls in a ragged breath before gently saying, "Until you." Placing a kiss on my shoulder, he adds, "I only said I had to go because the game was starting. I wasn’t going to just hang up. You're important to me." I know what he is saying is true. I don’t believe Holden would hang up on me. "Tell me you believe me."