“That's right. Your husband. I belong to you, Rim. Always. I don't want anyone but you. I haven't since the day you spilled pencils everywhere, in your lesbian sweater, and gave me a list of rules.”

I stopped in the doorway, unable to not look at him.

I liked the way he looked.

There. I said it.

“Women don't like to be told what to do. They like to be the ones telling us what to do. You want her to do something, you're gonna have to go about it a different way.”

He reached across the car and took my hand. "I know I haven't been around as much," he said, "but after today, my schedule won't be so busy."

"I understand," I said softly. And I did. "Football is your life. It's your dream."

He made a sound. "You're just as important to me."

I smiled. "I have to admit I won't be upset when this game is over and all the girls around here stop wearing your number all over their bodies."

His white teeth flashed. "Is someone jealous?"

I snorted.

His smile grew wider.

"Maybe a little," I admitted.

He lunged forward and in seconds had me in his lap, my legs straddling him so we were face to face. He buried his hands in my tangled disaster of hair. I admit I hadn't even brushed it when we got out of bed this morning.

"You're my favorite girl," he whispered.

"I better be your only girl."

He smiled. "That too.”

"My father always told me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up.

So I became a woman in a man's world.

Turns out I had bigger balls than a lot of the men."

~~Joey