GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVENTEEN.

After having a full body experience of making out in the ocean he lifts me up and brings me back to the blanket.

He lays me down, joining me at my side and then wraps the blanket around us, tightly.

I giggle softly, as our bodies press together. His chin comes to rest at the top of my head, while my face lays against his chest.

"Hey, please don't think I'm selfish. I might not be the same in a couple days, I may be unavailable or distant, but I'll come back around again, I promise." He says, quietly.

"You don't have to keep explaining yourself to me, I understand." I reply.

"You're pretty amazing, Lili. Thank you." He squeezes me gently, before relaxing again.

"So, have you always wanted to play football?" I ask.

"Um, yeah.. pretty much."

"How did you get into football?" I question him.

He laughs. "This is sounding like an interview."

"I just want to know." I say, posting myself up on his chest to get a better look at him.

"My uncle played football. Then, my dad played football, and then my brother, and then me." He says, not giving much of a description.

"Did your dad want you guys to play football, or something?"

"No..." He sighs. "He actually didn't want us to play football because you know... it's hard on the body, but we wanted what we wanted, ya know? I guess it just runs in the blood." He replies.

"That's pretty cool." I say.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"I know you're close with your brother, obviously. Are you close to your parents?" I ask.

"Oh, for sure. We're Italian, we are very close."

"That must be nice."

"Why? Are you not close to your parents?" He asks, his eyes becoming more focused on me.

I laugh. "No.. not at all."

"Why?"

"Well, I never knew my dad. He left when I was like, a year old and my mom is dead." I say, flatly.

"I'm sorry." He replies, stroking my arm.

"Don't be. She wasn't much of a mom, I don't even think I knew the real her. She was a drug addict, I was put in foster care when I was fourteen. So, I didn't even see her much."

He sits up quickly. "Liliana, holy shit..."

"What?"

"That's like, fucked up. I mean... like.. really fucked up." He almost looked angry.

"It's okay." I laugh. "I turned out fine, I'm not upset about it."

"I just..." He rubs his face. "I can't believe that was your life."

"Am I damaged goods now?"