sweat.
âMatt!â Her hand was on the bruise over his ribs. He bit his lip. The pain chewed up his side. âThat must hurt.â
âItâs nothing.â
âIâve got something.â She was gone.
He took a deep breath. Mistake. A sledgehammer banged his ribs.
She was back with a small plastic jar. âOld family remedy. Just relax.â
He tried to relax. When was the last time he totally relaxed with a girl? A soft hand glided over the bruise; the cream stung a little at first, then heat seeped into his skin. He let himself sink into the bed.
âBetter?â
âBetter.â
âI want to make you feel good, Matt.â She kissed him.
âYou do.â
âI mean really. Not just, you know.â
He felt the heat off her body like a dry bath. He stroked her smooth soft cheek. They took in each otherâs breaths. It was very peaceful. He could feel all thoughts drain out of his mind.
âMatt? I lied to you,â she said. He couldnât see her features clearly in the bedroom. âI live here with my mom. Sheâs a night inventory manager for Wal-Mart. I work there, too. My dad walked out on us after his big birthday party. We had to sell the house.â
âMust be tough.â
âEverybodyâs got problems.â She spread more cream on the bruise. The pain faded. âYour dadâs a piece of work, too.â
âNo kidding.â He felt safe here with her.
âYou stand up to him. I love how you protect your brother.â
Safe but a little scared, too. Can she see inside me? âJunieâs a good kid.â
âIs Junie his real name?â
âJunior. He was named after Dad, but I think Dadâs sorry now.â
âThatâs so sad. Everythingâs on you.â Her other hand stroked his face. âAll that pressure and youâre still so strong, so steady. Most people would be druggies.â
He laughed at that. âIf you donât call steroids and Vicodin drugs. For starters.â Why was he telling her this?
âIsnât that dangerous, the steroids?â
âNot if youâre careful. I got somebody helping me, knows what heâs doing. Steroids are healing drugs. I can work out harder and repair muscle faster.â Heâd never talked so freely to a girl before. It felt good. âItâs not like Iâm doing coke or crank. These are prescription drugs.â
âWhat about side effects?â
âYou got to pay the price if you want to make it.â
âMake it?â
âDivision One. Maybe the pros.â Definitely the pros, but you donât want to jinx it.
âIs that what you want to be, a pro football player?â
âSound crazy to you?â
âNo. I wanted to sing at the Metropolitan Opera.â
âWanted?â This felt so easy, so warm. Too easy, too warm. WYA. He didnât feel sexy. He feltâ¦happy.
âI had to stop taking lessons after Dad split. Itâs very expensive. Thereâs a lot of travel to workshops and teachers, voice, diction, repertoire. And youâre not even sure until youâre in your thirties that you have a chance.â
âThatâs when most football players hang it up.â
She laughed. âIâll take over the spotlight when youâre finished with it.â
âYou have a beautiful voice.â
âThank you.â She started rubbing in cream again.
He pushed the jar away and pulled her close.
Something was wrong. He wasnât hard.
Never happened before. Was it the Vics? After the game, heâd popped one, another with a beer before he drove to Sarahâs. Another beer at Terriâs. Was that enough to lose a woodie? Vics and brew donât mix.
âSorry, Iââ
âIt happens.â
âNot to me.â
âSometimes it happensââshe sounded dreamyââwhen youâre with someone you really want. Someone you
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