Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 32

ANDREA


That night was when I knew Miles was the best man for me.



About how he had gotten back my confidence and in the respectful way he listened to me. How when I told him that he would be less attracted to me now, he called bullshit. It was in the way he didn't hesitate to make me feel better that made me happy. I couldn't believe that there was someone out there who was as kind to me as Miles was. I was utterly grateful.



The next couple weeks go by the same. Miles and I go out on a few more dates and spend all our time together. Not that it isn't easy to consider we live together and Sebastian is always at his girlfriend's apartment. We spend days and nights together, and I listen to his problems and try my best to help him see a brighter side. So when Miles is ready to get off his crutches after a long, crucial month, I'm right beside him.


The doctor takes off his brace, and as soon as he does, Miles breathes out a sigh of relief. I chuckle as I watch him bend his knee back and forth, and then he announces, "No pain."


"Are you sure?" the doctor asks, eyebrows furrowed as he knows athletes lie about feeling 100% better just so they can play again. "I am," Miles answers, looking at his coach. "I didn't put any weight on my right leg ever, I swear."

Coach looks at him suspiciously before he looks over at me. "Hey, Brennan, you live with the guy—" I wasn't sure when he was told that bit of information. "What do you think?"

"Miles didn't walk on his foot," I say with a smile that renders on a teasing note. "He only sulked in bed all month."

Miles moves his hand back and slaps his hand on my thigh. "Andrea! Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true?" I say, and when he glares at me, I only chuckle. Looking back at his coach, I finalize. "Yeah, no, he didn't use his leg at all. He followed your orders."

"Okay," Coach says and then looks down at Mile's leg. His knee cap looked a little swollen, but other than that, it was okay. "So, we will try to put you back into the team as soon as possible. But I'm thinking after spring break."

Miles is shocked at the declaration. "What?" he says, looking down on his phone and checking the date. "It's like almost two weeks until Spring breaks, and then I'll only get or play for like a week before the season is over."

"Sorry," the coach says with a glance at me. He looks back at Miles, who wasn't taking this news well, and says, "You'll need to get back to practice, but I cannot guarantee that you can get back on the ice during a game. We need you at your best, and I cannot afford to rush it."

"So all I can do is practice and play just a week?" Miles asks, voice soft, and I can sense the emotion there. He didn't expect for it to be this hard to get back on the ice.

"Yes," Coach says. "Practice on your leg all day today, and I'll see you tomorrow for your first practice." With that, he leaves the room, and after the doctor does a quick checkup and releases him, Miles and I walk out as well. I'm silent as I walk beside him, afraid to speak because I knew he was angry. I could sense the emotion in him, not to mention how he was clenching his jaw. I take note of his fisted hand and glance at him with concern.

He moves his hand out, and I watch as he slowly unclenches his fingers. Then he brings his hand over to mine and takes a hold of it. I look back up at his face to find him staring straight ahead. "I really just want to get back on the ice, Andrea."