GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN.

"Please." I pant. "I'll be quite."

He softly, laughs. "Um, no you won't."

"I want you, Nick." I whimper, writhing my hips up into him. "I want you really bad."

"I know, I know." He breaths. "—But not right now, Liliana. You're dad will hate me for the rest of his life." He firmly, tells me.

"He won't even know."

He takes a deep, heavy breath. "Please, don't do this to me right now, Liliana."

"Why?" I giggle, reaching up his shirt. "—Because you want it too, don't you?"

"Of course I do.. I thought about driving you back home a million times within the last five minutes.. but let's just take it easy, okay?" He lays back on his side to face me. "I think sex right now would complicate what we're trying to do here."

"—And what are we trying to do here?" I ask in a quite voice.

"Build back our relationship or friendship.. whatever it might be." He says.

I smirk, but I doubt he could see it in the dark. "Okay, whatever it might be..." I softly, sigh.

Both of us eventually fall asleep, but the burning need that I had for him didn't ever really go away.

The next morning.

Nick stirring around in bed woke me up. I gently open my eyes and see him wrestling back on his shorts. I knew it was really early, because it was still sorta dark outside.

"That time already?" I ask through a sleepy voice as I sit up in the bed.

"Yep.." He mumbles. "Sorry for waking you up."

I rub my eyes to get a better view of him at the foot of my bed. "I'm glad you did. I wanted to say goodbye." I smile up at him as he approaches me from the side.

"This isn't goodbye." He smiles back before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you soon, okay?" He says.

I nod. "Okay."

However, that wasn't the case. I wouldn't see him again for about a week.

Saturday.

Saturday's practice at the high school was a bit awkward. I could tell that Dale was keeping his distance from me and I was trying to do the same. Although, it was hard. I wanted to explain to him that our friendship could continue.. just not in the way that it use to be.

After practice I get a chance to finally speak to him.

I carefully approach him on the field where he was stretching. "Hey." I say, softly and sit down next to his side on the grass.

"Hey." He quietly, replies.

"So, I'm sure your dad spoke to you.." I start to speak..

"Yeah, and I really don't care about anything he has to say, Liliana. He's a dick." He says, as he reaches down to touch his toes.