**Completed** Cole Galloway has always had just enough of an ego to believe that the women falling at his feet were deserved. With an abundance of charm and looks to die for, who wouldn't want him?
Wynona Caldwell. That's who.
When Cole sets his s...
Hey, all! A day late, but here it is!! My apologies...my life is chaos right now, but I wanna keep these chapters coming! Above, A Closeness by Dermot Kennedy, and below, Cole and Wynn :)
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Cole
We won.
I think it's safe to say I've never played a homecoming game quite like that before. We were lucky to pull it out, what with the literal brawl that broke out on the field, due to none other than that ridiculous playboy, Ari Castillo.
And I'm the one with the reputation for being a player... Right.
Somehow in the midst of the mayhem and fisticuffs, brought to you by Ari and his never ending pursuit of all things female, Nash Porter managed to scrape the fumbled ball off the ground and run it in for a TD. Consider me impressed. Without his quick reaction, I don't know if we'd have won the game.
So we remain undefeated and pull out a homecoming victory to boot. Not bad. In all honesty, I'm surprised it was as close as it was because I've never been so on my game. A lot of things came full circle for me this week— namely, the demise of my relationship with Wynona, once and for all, and the genesis of a new one with Colby.
Not gonna lie. I'll miss Wynn deeply. We had a connection, unlike anything I'd ever had the privilege of experiencing before, even though on its face, it made no sense. By all accounts, we were a terrible fit from the start, and I knew it. So did she, but there was something undeniable between us that neither of us could ignore— a need so filled with desperation it was suffocating.
As stupid and lovelorn as it sounds, she was my air, my saving grace in the midst of all the strife I used to face alone. Coming clean to her about my father and all of the hidden abuse, both mental and physical, gave me new life and a freedom I would never have experienced otherwise.
She shared my burden and bolstered my resolve to trudge onward in the times I felt like giving up. Harris Galloway is a lot to manage, and not for the faint of heart. The courage I found because of Wynn had me fighting back, taking chances...
I owe it all to her.
My refuge.
So why am I arriving lakeside for the after party intent on celebrating with Colby?
I know why, of course. Wynn and I are done, and it's for good this time around. She's never spoken to me that way before— her words were blunt and harsh, and she meant for them to be. Even worse than her tone was the look in her eyes...
She's over and out.
Sighing, I hop out of my beamer, determined to relinquish the part of my soul Wynona healed singlehandedly. It's the only way I'll ever be able to move on. We both need to.
"Hey, Cole!" Homer says, climbing down from his mammoth truck. The apex of the tires is even with the top of my hips, kind of like a monster truck. It's a big car for a big boy and tricked out to the point of absurdity. It fits Homer's personality to the letter, though. "Good game, padre. I did a fine job protecting your ass, if I do say so myself."
