Chapter 32

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There was nothing good on TV, so Rob and I settled on watching Fox. We were basically making out the whole time, and let me tell you, I had missed Rob very, very much. I was sitting next to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

I put my hand on his, and marveled at how fucking huge his hand was.

"Babe, your hand is massive!" I exclaimed. He laughed.

"Yours is just tiny," he said, laughing. I pouted.

"Is not!" I whined. He rolled his eyes playfully. I was about to say something else when something on the TV stopped me.

"Mike Pouncey, Miami Dolphins center, was served with a subpoena in regards to the Aaron Hernandez case," the announcer said. Rob tensed next to me. I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"It's ok, Rob. Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, kissing his cheek for extra measure.

"Yeah...kinda," he shrugged. I turned off the TV.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Everything." Rob shook his head.

"Do you want to talk about Aaron?" I asked, squeezing his massive hand again.

"Why?" Rob asked quietly. "He was one of my best friends. We were like a dream team with Tom. We led the league in passing. He had everything going for him," he said, his voice rising. "His wife, kids. A great NFL career. But no. He just had to...ugh!"

"We all make mistakes," I said gently. "This one just wasn't fixable. I'm not saying it was right, because it wasn't, but people do make mistakes. Aaron just wasn't a good guy. I miss him too, Rob."

"Maybe if I had talked to him during the offseason....Maybe if I had just talked to him," Rob muttered to himself. I shook my head.

"No Rob. In no way was this your fault! You had no idea. It's not your fault. Ok?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I should've been there for him," he repeated.

"Shut up Rob!" I cried. "It's not your fault in any way, shape, or form."

"I don't deserve you, Alex," he whispered, turning his gaze to the window. And that made me feel horrible. Because it wasn't true. It was the other way around; I didn't deserve him.

"Rob, look at me," I said softly. He turned his head slightly. "You are greatest person I've ever met. You're funny, cute, and amazing. If anyone doesn't deserve the other, I don't deserve you. Ok? You can't beat yourself up. You're still considered fragile, remember?" I said, quoting one of the newspapers on Rob's condition. He stifled a laugh.

"I love you, ok?" I wrapped him in a hug and took in the scent of his cologne. I closed my eyes and for a moment, just for a moment, thought, hey, my life is pretty great.









I woke up, tangled with Rob. We were entangled in a hug, my head still nestled in the crook of his neck. I took in a deep breath, and inhaled the scent of his cologne.
I smiled to myself. Then something snapped me out of serenity.
My ringtone I had set for Bill. Uh-oh. For whatever reason, the sirens sounded especially menacing today. I tentatively unwrapped myself from the tangle of limbs and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Alex, I'm coming over, and I'll be about a half an hour. I need to speak with you and Rob, immediately." Bill's tone wasn't friendly. Another uh-oh.

"Ok Bill," I said quickly. "We'll see you in a little bit." I hung up the phone and went to wake Rob.

"Rob!" I hissed. When that didn't work, I threw a pillow at him.

"Ah!" he yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"Rob, get dressed. Bill is on his way over and he sounds pissed. I don't know what it is, but like I said: pissed," I said frantically, folding the blanket quickly. He got up sleepily and stumbled to the bedroom, where he put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"So what's up with Bill?" Rob asked, yawning and sitting down on the couch. I shrugged.

"I honestly have no idea. Here, have a banana. You haven't eaten all day," I said, throwing him a banana from the kitchen. He caught it and ate it.

"So you have no idea?"

"No idea."

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