GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FIFTY NINE.

Nick watches me as I make my way back to the car.

"That was fast." He says, as I get into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, there wasn't much to talk about." I tell him.

"Really? I thought there would be a shit ton to talk about?" He questions me.

I turn my head and look at him. "—Or maybe it was that I just didn't feel like talking."

"That's okay." He says, quietly and examines my face. "Well, I'm guessing you didn't eat?"

"I wasn't hungry." I reply.

He laughs, faintly. "You're never hungry. Come on, let's go get something."

"You know we can't do that." I say, painfully.

He clicks his tongue. "Shoot, you're right." His words came out in a defeated tone. "We can order in." He says.

*

Once we're back to his house, we order food and relax on the couch for a bit, trying to find something to watch on tv.

After awhile, Nick asks "So, what did you and him talk about?"

"Um.." I sigh. "Like I said, not much. He said he can offer me a job in Florida, though." I say, leaning my head back and looking at him.

He laughs. "Really, that's funny."

"Why?" I question him.

"I actually live in Florida on the off season. We grew up there, it's home to me."

"Small world." I reply, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, for sure. You going to take it? I mean, I support whatever decision you want to make." His voice sounded enthusiastic, almost as if he wanted me to take it.

"I don't know, yet."

He quickly, pulls me on top of him. "You're coming to Florida with me anyway." He says, his eyes lingering over my lips. "You'll love it there."

"Oh, is that right?" I ask him, with a smirk.

"Yeah, you don't got a choice about that one."

I gently, kiss him and smile beneath his lips.

"What?" He asks, as he breaks the kiss.

"Nothing, you're just so headstrong." I tell him.

"My head is strong." He smirks. "—And hard."

"Stop it." I playfully, smack his chest.

He checks his phone. "We have twenty minutes before food gets here." He says, pulling me closer by my hips.

"What exactly does that mean, Nicholas?" A smile pulls at the corners of my lips.

"Post-game activities?" He smirks.