My Obsession
My life is on hold until April when the NFL draft happens, and if that doesn’t work out—shit, I don’t want to even think about it.
Inevitably, my thoughts drift to Caroline. What’s she doing now? Is she watching Big Bang Theory? She left Cadillac’s alone, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have some guy over. My hands tighten in my lap. She’s probably fucking him right now, and afterward, she’ll be ready for him to leave. Her and those rules.
“Thanks, girls,” I say later when they’ve walked me up three flights of stairs. “You really are sweet to get me to my door.” I work the key.
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