I haven’t spoken to Harper in a few days, not since I approached her at the restaurant in Detroit.
Once upon a time, we were both so excited she was coming along on this road trip. I envisioned her in the stands, cheering me on, and sneaking into her hotel room to make love any chance I got. Of course, the reality has been so much different. We’ve had exactly one five-minute conversation, and even that was hard as f**k. The memory of that sad smile she tossed my way makes my heart twist.
Fuck. Get a grip.
Fuck. Get a grip.Maybe this whole thing between us was doomed from the start, meant to fall apart since it all began based on a lie. A ridiculous bet I’ve regretted ever since the day I made it.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to realize a few things. My physical strength will fade
