Once my eyes locked onto his body, I captured the moment like a camera. God, was he a sight.
"Klay?"
What? I shook my head, only to realize I was staring. Ugh, I did it again.
"You alright? You're always lookin' this way when I...well, when I take off my shirt..."
His voice. He had the perfect amount of purr in his speech—I've always wondered how well his dirty talk would be. My voice could never compare. I sound like I'm a nervous congested third grader speaking to a menacing crowd of three-hundred adults.
"Klay?"
Oh shit, I forgot to answer him.
"Uh—yeah, I'm fine. I just forgot to mention how great you played today!" I nervously laughed.
"Uh huh," he replied back, quickly slipping his shirt back on.
He walked out of the locker room, probably feeling my heavy stares. Damn. I sound like a stupid teenage fangirl...
As soon as I had a shirt on my back and my bag zipped up, I exited the room. He had such a good game tonight while I played like crap. I felt like crap also.
Throughout the hallway, I noticed Zaza excitedly staring at me. As I passed by him, he pushed an icy beer in my face.
"Good job, Klay!" he hugged me.
I sighed and tried to reject the beverage. "t wasn't that good tonight..."
"Aw Klay, you're aways so humble. Take the beer anyways!"
And so I took the beer.
The security had to escort me to my vehicle—like always. Oddly, despite Steph exiting Oracle way before me, I saw him walk right in front of me as I headed towards car. By that time, the security had left me alone, and I was able to greet Steph.
"Hey man, what's up?"
That was a mistake.
He reluctantly looked up. "Oh. Hey."
Internal screaming.
"So, um. Whatcha doing tonight?" I ask.
"I'm gonna sleep."
"Oh, yea?"
"Yeah."
He immediately walked away.
If you listen closely, you can hear my heart breaking into a million pieces. Shit, where did I go wrong?
