Playing The Field

Chapter 13

Taylor Swift 

Electric sparks ran through my body thinking back to Travis's birthday surprise, Not getting to see him was rough but we made up for it in our own time. A smirk falls on my face as I think back to our phone call, the whispered sighs and promises, my red lingerie on the floor, and Travis's hand wrapped around hi- A whistle from the screen breaks me out of my flashback.

Travis is playing today and I'm watching the game from my apartment in New York. I miss him so much. We haven't seen each other in a week, sure we've texted and called but it's not the same as having him here. When his face fills the TV screen my body shivers. God, he's so handsome. He brushes his hand against his growing beard and my mind shoots back to last week when I felt that stubble against my thighs, so rough and- I have to stop.

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. Even though it was an away game, the majority of the fans were Chiefs and wearing my man's number. The cheers and roars of the crowd resonated through the television speakers. Travis was dominating on the field, showcasing his skill and athleticism. My eyes were glued to him, he was amazing. I've never been that big on sports, sure, I love a bit of football, especially when it's the Eagles, but I've never sat down, by myself, on a Sunday, to watch it on TV. But I was so excited to see Travis even if it was even on a screen. I loved watching his face light up while he was doing what he loved. I loved seeing him be the best at his job. I loved seeing his little smiles and smirks at the camera, knowing that I was watching. Hell, I might just love him. Oh my God. Do I love him?

Suddenly, a collective gasp filled the stadium, and my heart skipped a beat. The camera zoomed in on Travis, who had gone down with what seemed like an injury. Panic set in as replays of what had occurred played on the screen. The video played in slow motion, exaggerating the sharp movement of Travis's ankle. My hands covered my mouth. If he was injured for the rest of the season... I can't even think about it. He always tells me how much he loves this sport and how he didn't know what he would do without it. He can be injured. He has to be alright. Oh my God, please be alright.

Travis starts to hobble off the field, throwing his helmet to the ground in a spur of frustration.

I fumbled for my phone, fingers tapping rapidly as I dialled Donna's number. I needed a familiar voice source of reassurance. The phone rang, each tone heightening my anxiety until Donna's warm voice finally answered.

"Donna, it's Taylor. Is Travis okay? What happened?" My words spilled out in a rush.

"Oh, sweetheart, he's fine. Just a little sprain. They're checking him out, but he'll be back on the field in no time. Don't you worry" Her sweet voice answered, calming some of my nerves.

A wave of relief washed through me and I sank back into my couch. Donna continued to reassure me, providing updates on Travis's condition. The motherly comfort and support eased my fears, allowing me to refocus on the game.

As the TV broadcast showed Travis returning to the field, my heart swelled with pride. My worries transformed into a surge of excitement as I watched him not only rejoining the game but scoring a touchdown with apparent ease. The cheers from the crowd reverberated through the television, and I couldn't help but join in from the confines of my New York apartment.