I motion to the game he’s paused. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s game?”
“We had a meeting tonight, Grey, Hudson, Palmer, and me. We decided that we’re going to stay for one more year.”
I turn to look at him, a myriad of conflicting emotions filling my chest and head as I shake my head. “What about the increased chance of injury?”
“I face those same risks if I get drafted. The average player in the NFL only plays for three years. If I stay and get my degree and Krueger’s able to lead the offense, I stand a damn good chance to be a higher draft pick.” His lips brush against my temple. “It gives me a year to focus on this future and make it a reality, and it gives us another year together. It’s a win-win.”