“Follow her on social media again?” I grab both sides of the chair he’s sitting in, caging him. “I’ll end your entire career. Look at her again? I’ll take everything you’ve ever cared about. Touch her again?” Grabbing the fabric of his jersey, I yank him to his feet, bringing us nose to bloodied nose. “I’ll fucking kill you. That’s a promise, Shorty.” When I let him go, he collapses back into his chair, and I slap my hand against his shoulder to prove my point. “Better wash up. Post-game interviews are starting soon.”
Omg this man! I love him 😍
