I'm Yours

Saftey

Ryker's POV:

He's just so effortlessly handsome it's ridiculous. I tighten my grip around his strong hands, finding myself feeling glad that Aug has been able to find confidence within himself.

When looking at him, the confidence he exudes is just so natural that it's captivating. All eyes are on him when he walks into a room. He is noticed no matter where he goes. The funny thing is, I don't even think he notices.

"Papa got us some good ass seats," says Willow, looking at Aug with a bright smile.

"I didn't know they'd be right behind the bench," I say, a wide smile etching onto my face.

My excitement is through the fucking roof right now. I hope I'll be able to get some autographs because I need the wide receiver to know who I am.

We take out seats, and I could feel my legs jittering while I looked at the players warming up. I'm cheesing at the corner back, hoping he notices me in the seats.

"You're excited, huh?" Asks Aug, his hand rubbing my knee.

"Yes! I still can't believe I'm here Aug. We are right behind the Rams bench and We are so close to the field! This is so fucking exciting," I exclaim. "Thank you so much for this."

"You're welcome," he smiles softly, kissing my cheek.

I blush looking over at Willow and Flynn so he wouldn't see how much blush stained my face. She was making conversation with the girl beside her while she caressed Flynn's hand up to his forearm.

He had blush crawling up his neck to his ears. His movement stilling while she touched him. I barely know the kid even with all the time we spend together, yet it's nice to know that he too has found someone who makes him feel loved.

I know him and I both have come up in homes where we have felt inadequate with ourselves, as well as doubting if life truly was worth living. We still may even have those thoughts, but our loves help to overcome them.

I turn back to see Aug who has also struck up a conversation with a guy beside him. He had brown jaw-length hair with green eyes that were obviously checking my sweet Aug out.

My jaw clenched because the guy most likely knew he was with me since we were still holding hands, but discarded that observation for some unknown reason.

"I'm not sure yet. I have gotten multiple offers, but I need to talk with my parents and boyfriend since I don't want to leave them," says Aug, involuntarily squeezing my hand when he said boyfriend.

"Boyfriend? The guy beside you?" he asks hushly, as if they're hiding a dirty secret.

"Yeah," smiles Aug. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but It's an open relationship," he says, leaning closer to Aug.

"I could never be in one of those," admits Aug, moving backwards to adjust his seating. "I'd get jealous."

"You wouldn't even want to try?"

"No he wouldn't," I interject. Standing up and pulling Aug to his feet. "We meet each other's needs. Don't need others to do that for us," I smile mockingly, grabbing Aug's waist and moving him to my seat.

I then take a seat beside the guy and glare at him.

"Need anything else from my fiancé?"

"Fiancé? But I thought he was your—"

"You thought wrong," I sneer.

The guy then mutters something under his breath before getting up from his seat to move somewhere else. Aug looks at me with both amusement and shock etched onto his face.