On a Wednesday by Whitney G.
Courtney: Then
Senior Year
Pittsburgh
Days after our trip to his coach’s house, I knocked on Kyle’s apartment door. We had a little under six weeks left in the semester, and I needed to put a stop to this now.
No answer came, so I knocked again.
The door swung open seconds later, and Kyle stepped into the doorway, completely shirtless.
“Hey.” He smiled. “I thought you were too exhausted for round sixteen.”
“I can’t keep hanging out with you like this.” The words rushed out of my mouth.
“You came all the way down here to tell me this?” He was still smiling. “Is your phone broken?”
“I feel like our end is inevitable, so if we could just slow things way down until we go our separate ways, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Court …”
“When I like someone, I want an actual relationship. I can’t have that with you.”
“Says who?”
“Says the guy who is leaving for the league in a few weeks, the guy who—” He cut my words off with a kiss and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
He kissed me until I was breathless, not letting go until I was no longer able to speak.
“You think too damn much, Court,” he whispered, as he finally let me go. “You also worry too much about the future and things you can’t control.”
“I can control whether I let someone play me for a fool.”
“Have I done that?”
“Not yet.”
“So, you’re just anxious right now.” He smiled, trailed my bottom lip with his finger. “I like you a lot, Courtney. I don’t want to waste too much worrying about the days we have left when I we could be focused on fucking each other as many times as possible.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, but also, there’s no need to throw in the towel halfway through the game.”
“Kyle, there’s only six weeks left.”
“Plenty of time.” He kissed my lips again. “Where were you headed after you made your dramatic speech and broke up with me?”
“I wasn’t aware that we were together.”
“Then you’re the last to know.” He smiled. “Where were you going?”
“Fuel and Fuddle.”
“Mind if I join you?”
I shook my head, feeling tears prick my eyes. “Not at all.”
He must’ve noticed because he stepped closer and wiped away the tears before they could fall. “We have to appreciate the present, Court. Trust me.”