Fuck, I am all alone with Dale.
Jumping down off the box that he stands on to lean into the ring, Dale walks past Chase. His grin is back.
“Sauna time. Then shower up. I promised your girl I wouldn’t beat you up too bad today.”
My face is smiling as I walk towards the exit, then he remarks to my back. “Had to run to mommy. Ain’t that sad.”
I would say something back, but I can’t do another six inches. Shit is for the birds.
* * *
Krissy: Did you have fun in the kick suit?
Me: Are you kidding?
Krissy: That had to be awesome though, getting all those kicks and thumps, not feeling anything.
Me: I still felt some of it!
Krissy: Baby!
Me: I hate you too!
Krissy: LoL like you told me Dale says, Suck it up buttercup.
My god, can I not get away from this madman?
Krissy and I are talking to each other pretty often now, mostly through text. Though she calls when she needs to talk about the stuff that is too long to type.
Lots of things go through her mind. I’ve never been in the mind of a teenage girl. It’s bizarre how her mind works but it is amazing at the same time. She is so capable of deep insights then she calls me a failsauce for getting thrown around the ring.
The guys at the ring have been told about the Give-A-Dream foundation and have all shown me a startling change in attitude towards me texting Tom’s kid. She is getting flooded with texts from Chase and Brett. Each with pictures of me getting my butt kicked while I am in the ring. But then they are also sending her words of hope and thoughts of how strong she is. They have taken up trying to give her encouragement. It’s pretty awesome.
I have been having my own warring thoughts on what to do. I have ideas, but most of them are dreams. I mean I can’t punch my way through leukemia any more than she can. That sucks.
Chapter Fifteen
Grace
Max’s fight is coming up soon and he’s putting in extra time in the gym which means less time with Hope and me. I understand, I’m not bitter about it or anything, it’s his job. I’ll never begrudge him the time he spends working out and bettering himself as a fighter.
I guess I’m just missing him a bit because I was getting used to having him around. These past couple of weeks have been a total whirlwind for sure, and it’s only been three days since our long weekend together, but despite all the hot, crazy sex we had my body is needing him already.
Two days wasn’t nearly enough. I need more, much more.
I need more of his scratchy kisses. More of his teeth scraping against my throat.
More of his giant hands pawing my breasts. More of his calloused fingers pinching my nipples.
And especially more of his thick cock pounding into my soaked core.
But I know he’s been under a lot of stress lately so I need to bide my time and behave myself.
The fight coming up is not just another fight, if he loses it means he loses a shot at the heavyweight title, something he’s been working his entire career towards.
So I’m giving him his space, but I’m there every time he reaches out to me, waiting anxiously by my phone.
I want him to win that title, I want everyone to know what I already know—that’s he’s the best heavyweight fighter in the world.