GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED TWENTY TWO.

I finally work up the courage to open the bathroom door and face him. He had already put his shorts back on...

"I almost, raped you." I sniffle, as I open up the bathroom door wider and examine his face.

He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. "Liliana, you cannot rape me.. even if you tried." He tells me in a humorous, but polite manner.

I did not think any of this was funny, though..

"What's going on?!" I frantically, ask. "—Was this your plan all along? Come back, be oddly nice to me, make me love you again and then... and then just deny me of it all?"

He nearly, stops breathing. "Love me, again? When did you stop loving me?" He avoids all of my questions, but his eyes look extremely concerned and pitiful.

"Nick..." I grumble. "Stop doing that!" I push his chest lightly, but enough to give us some distance between one another.

"Stop doing what?"

"—You know I love you, Nick. That's not even a question." I aggressively, flip my hair back over my shoulders and inhale, calmly. "Do you want me to go?" I ask, straightening my face.

"What?! No." He runs his fingers through my dark hair and then tilts my face up towards his. "I—I think we should talk. If you still want to leave afterwards, then that's fine. Okay?"

"Okay." I say, a bit apprehensive. As much as I wanted to know what was going through that head of his, I worry I might not like the outcome.

We sit on the edge of his bed and my eyes drift, gently back to his. "So?" I ask him.

"I'm not trying to lead you on or anything.." He takes his eyes off of me for a moment, adjusting the waistband of his shorts. "—I think I'm just looking to take things a bit slower... this time." His eyes avoid mine as he says this.

"A bit, slower?" I stare at him.

"Yeah."

"So... telling me you love me, is slow.. but fucking me after you've fucked me 100 times before is moving way too fast for you?" I question him. I was angry, I was hurt, and I was definitely sexually frustrated... it had been months and he was teasing me with it.

"Our relationship was all about sex for you." He replies, honestly and flatly.

"Oh, for me?" I point a finger into my chest and give him a look as if he were delusional.

"It was." He flatly says back, as if he were so sure about it.

I make a frustrated laugh. "You were the one with sex on your mind from the beginning. That was totally you, Nick."

I remembered that first night we almost hooked up, he wasn't going to let me forget it, either.

"Okay, fuck." He breaths out loudly, then falls onto his back on the bed. He grips the side of his temples and adds. "Yeah, you're probably, right."

I was right.

I turn my gaze towards him and my dirty ass mind can't help, but to go to unholy thoughts, as my eyes worked down his abdomen line.