Fair Catch by Grey S.R

Author:Grey, S.R.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.R. Grey
Published: 2019-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Could This Be Love?

I have the best time with Caleb over the next few weeks. We don’t have any relationship discussions, nor do we declare ourselves officially boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, but it’s kind of like it’s understood.

I guess that’s because it feels so easy and right when we’re together, and I want to see Caleb all the time. Good thing he wants the same with me. He even tells me so.

That, we do declare.

Summer soon turns to fall, and we trade in fairs and drive-in dates for autumn foliage drives and long walks in a local park.

We also still can’t keep our hands off each other.

I love that.

Caleb is so attentive and sweet in bed. He makes me happier than I’ve ever been my entire life. It’s not just during those intimate times, it’s all the time.

I just feel so freaking good—about him, about life.

He seems pretty happy too.

And that has me asking could this be love?

Is this what it feels like?

To live in a world where everything is brighter and full of hope?

Maybe so, maybe that does defines love.

Caleb and I haven’t said the words to each other, but I can’t deny that I feel it in his touch.

Smiling, I think about how everything is so perfect.

Well, almost.

There is something that’s not good—the Comets keep losing games.

“Fuck,” Caleb bites out, shaking his head. “I’m so frustrated with our team’s performance. We lost another game yesterday.”

Squeezing his hand in what I hope is a comforting way, I soothe, “I know. I was there. I watched it all unfold.”

“Yeah, you saw every fucking blown play, I’m sure.”

I ignore his bitter commentary. Caleb’s simply venting, and I don’t want to ruin our time together by jumping on it.

After all, it’s a beautiful October day, and we’re strolling through the forest on one of our favorite trails. Caleb decided it would be a relaxing way to ease the pain of yet another heartbreaking Comets’ loss.

But it’s clearly not really working.

“Not one single win in two months, Jodi,” Caleb goes on. “That’s unacceptable. I don’t know where this team is headed, but I can tell you it’s nowhere good.”

A twinge of dread creeps up my spine as I kick at a clump of colorful leaves with my black pointy-toed boot.

“What do you mean?” I ask carefully. “What exactly could happen?”

“Well,” he begins, “we can’t keep losing and expect the team to stay the same. There’s bound to be a shake-up.”

Though I think I know the answer, I inquire, “What would a shake-up look like?”

“People would lose their jobs, babe. People like me.”

I don’t want to believe that’s remotely possible, as what would it mean for us?

Our relationship is still too new to expect Caleb to stay in Columbus, or to think he’d ask me to move back to California with him.

Hell, we haven’t even said “I love you” yet.

Whether everything feels right—and it definitely does—we still need time to find real definition for this thing we have.

Blowing out a stuttered breath, I say, “Hey, I really think you’ll be fine, Caleb.

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