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had never even dreamed of asking how Susan felt.
Until that very moment.
Was she in love with Tim? Had he broken her heart so badly that it couldn’t be mended?
The horrific pressure that was closing in on his chest intensified, and he moved the hand that had touched the corner of her mouth. He felt like his skin was burning and he closed his fist to try to contain the sensation a little more.
He had never felt anything like it.
“Of course I love him. I was going to marry him.” She gulped and saw that Mac remained silent. “But don’t worry; I’m not going to go chasing after him.”
“I’m sorry, Susana.” He looked in her eyes and took his hand off the door. She was going to marry him. She’s not going to go after him.
He couldn’t make sense of any of the thoughts that were going through his mind. He still found it difficult to breathe, and he couldn’t stop looking at her.
“What?”
The way she uttered her question made him react. What was he sorry about? That Tim had abandoned her?
No. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sorry, although if Tim was in front of him right now he would probably punch him for having left her.
I’m going crazy.
“I’m sorry that Tim hurt you,” he finally said.
She looked at him perplexed, and he couldn’t stop looking at her. Another tear fell down Susana’s cheek, and when she went to wipe it away, her fingers met with Mac’s. He was just about to do the same.
They both felt a jolt run through their bodies and they opened their eyes in shock to look at one another.
They both reacted instantly.
Susan slammed the door on Mac, and he stayed where he was for several minutes.
Tim was his best friend and he had never been able to stand Susan. She had always seemed conceited, cold, standoffish, too serious, boring, frigid, and dull. But the girl who had opened the door for him was anything but dull, and what he felt when their fingers touched could have melted the North Pole. Nothing made sense. He felt like calling Tim and telling him off for having hurt her so much, and at the same time he felt like kicking the door down and hugging her. He spread his fingers out and put his hands on the door. He wanted to catch Susan’s tears, wipe them with his thumbs, and whisper in her ear to stop crying.
God, it was worse than he thought. Mac shook his head and made himself retrace his steps and push the button to the elevator. He got inside, went down to the lobby, and said goodbye to the doorman (who had let him go up because he had recognized him and because Mac gave him his autograph) and went to the gym.
Chapter 5
Fifth rule of American football:
When a player loses possession of the ball it is called a fumble.
KEV MACMURRAY
Going to the gym was stupid. Fortunately, I was smart enough to leave before injuring myself. I don’t know how the old horses that dad or grandpa had in the stables felt, but surely the young colts didn’t look at them as terribly as those good-for-nothing guys at the gym trying to win athlete of the year looked at me.
That’s why I always workout at home or at the stadium.
Of course it was a stupid thing. I’ve been doing a lot of stupid things lately. And to be honest, much of the stupidity has nothing to do with the fact that this was my last year on the team or as a professional football player. When I started out, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to play football forever, and I’ve never stopped thinking about when that time would come. In fact, there had been times when I wished it would just come already. But of course I always thought that when I left football I would have a life waiting for me, and the truth is that I don’t have anything, or should I say, anybody.
I lean my head back and let the water from the shower hit me in the face.
I’ve been lucky to have been able to play until the age of thirty-five. Very lucky.
And I’ve been preparing for this moment for years, I repeated to myself,
Until that very moment.
Was she in love with Tim? Had he broken her heart so badly that it couldn’t be mended?
The horrific pressure that was closing in on his chest intensified, and he moved the hand that had touched the corner of her mouth. He felt like his skin was burning and he closed his fist to try to contain the sensation a little more.
He had never felt anything like it.
“Of course I love him. I was going to marry him.” She gulped and saw that Mac remained silent. “But don’t worry; I’m not going to go chasing after him.”
“I’m sorry, Susana.” He looked in her eyes and took his hand off the door. She was going to marry him. She’s not going to go after him.
He couldn’t make sense of any of the thoughts that were going through his mind. He still found it difficult to breathe, and he couldn’t stop looking at her.
“What?”
The way she uttered her question made him react. What was he sorry about? That Tim had abandoned her?
No. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sorry, although if Tim was in front of him right now he would probably punch him for having left her.
I’m going crazy.
“I’m sorry that Tim hurt you,” he finally said.
She looked at him perplexed, and he couldn’t stop looking at her. Another tear fell down Susana’s cheek, and when she went to wipe it away, her fingers met with Mac’s. He was just about to do the same.
They both felt a jolt run through their bodies and they opened their eyes in shock to look at one another.
They both reacted instantly.
Susan slammed the door on Mac, and he stayed where he was for several minutes.
Tim was his best friend and he had never been able to stand Susan. She had always seemed conceited, cold, standoffish, too serious, boring, frigid, and dull. But the girl who had opened the door for him was anything but dull, and what he felt when their fingers touched could have melted the North Pole. Nothing made sense. He felt like calling Tim and telling him off for having hurt her so much, and at the same time he felt like kicking the door down and hugging her. He spread his fingers out and put his hands on the door. He wanted to catch Susan’s tears, wipe them with his thumbs, and whisper in her ear to stop crying.
God, it was worse than he thought. Mac shook his head and made himself retrace his steps and push the button to the elevator. He got inside, went down to the lobby, and said goodbye to the doorman (who had let him go up because he had recognized him and because Mac gave him his autograph) and went to the gym.
Chapter 5
Fifth rule of American football:
When a player loses possession of the ball it is called a fumble.
KEV MACMURRAY
Going to the gym was stupid. Fortunately, I was smart enough to leave before injuring myself. I don’t know how the old horses that dad or grandpa had in the stables felt, but surely the young colts didn’t look at them as terribly as those good-for-nothing guys at the gym trying to win athlete of the year looked at me.
That’s why I always workout at home or at the stadium.
Of course it was a stupid thing. I’ve been doing a lot of stupid things lately. And to be honest, much of the stupidity has nothing to do with the fact that this was my last year on the team or as a professional football player. When I started out, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to play football forever, and I’ve never stopped thinking about when that time would come. In fact, there had been times when I wished it would just come already. But of course I always thought that when I left football I would have a life waiting for me, and the truth is that I don’t have anything, or should I say, anybody.
I lean my head back and let the water from the shower hit me in the face.
I’ve been lucky to have been able to play until the age of thirty-five. Very lucky.
And I’ve been preparing for this moment for years, I repeated to myself,
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