KIERAN: A Curvy Girl Sports Romance by Lana Dash

Author:Lana Dash [Dash, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-10T22:00:00+00:00

KIERAN

The only reason I didn't lose it on the reporter for talking about my father that way was because Missy had warned me. My defenses were already up, but still, she managed to find the one chink in my armor that would make me lose my cool.

I yank off the microphone and toss it on the ground. I'm nearly to the door when I realize that I've left Missy behind. I turn around abruptly, and she runs right into my chest, bouncing off and would have landed on her butt if I didn't reach out and catch her.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says without missing a beat. “Keep walking. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are still filming us.”

I turn, and we both push out the door.

Renewed anger fills me when I think how someone was trying to use my dying father as a way of trying to get a reaction from me. Although no one knows that he’s dying, including Missy, it still makes me want to punch a hole in the wall.

We get outside of the aquatic center, and even with the fresh air, I’m still not able to pull myself together. Missy tugs on my arm, urging me to stop and face her.

“Calm down,” she says quietly.

“Can you believe what she said?”

“She was trying to get a rise out of you. She wanted a sound bite of you lashing out at her for clicks. Don’t give her that power. Take a breath.”

I inhale through my nose and let it out through my mouth.

Missy rests her palm against my chest, over my heart. “Again.”

I do as she says and take another breath before letting it out again. The soft scent of her floral perfume fills my nose, and it triggers a flood of memories of our time together—our first kiss outside her dorm, the feel of her body tucked in next to mine as we walked around campus for hours talking, and the first time we made love.

I rest my hand over hers. I know she can feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I can only hope that she thinks it's racing because I'm upset with how the interview went and not because it was the first time we touched in years.

“All better?” she asks.

I nod. “I’m good.”

“Okay then.” She smiles and takes in her own breath. One I didn’t even realize she was holding. "We need to get you something to eat because if memory serves me correctly, you can get a bit hangry when you haven’t eaten.”

It's a small detail that she remembers, but I'm glad everything hasn't been lost in our years apart. I want to tell her I remember everything about our time together. As much as I want to deny it to myself, deep down, I know that I'm still in love with her. It never went away, and I know it never will. I just have to pray that maybe there is a sliver of hope out there that she can love me again too.

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