Shhrkelce

"I figured the world wouldn't end if I missed one meeting," he laughed, his voice a low rumble.

He didn’t take the team bus. Instead, he pulled his hoodie low, slipped out a side exit, and met a nondescript black SUV. Hours later, he was standing in the wings of a stage that smelled like pyrotechnics and expensive perfume. When she came off stage, breathless and shimmering in sequins, she didn't see the All-Pro tight end; she saw the only person who knew what it felt like to be that lonely in a crowd of thousands. shhrkelce

"You shirked your curfew," she whispered, leaning into his chest. "I figured the world wouldn't end if I