Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2) (8 page)

We were on our second bottle of
wine when I asked Connie to pause the movie. I got up and headed to the kitchen
to make some dip. We had got chips and I wanted to make some french onion dip
to go with them. Connie was lying on my couch with her legs spread out; she
couldn't have looked more comfortable. We were both in pjs and had not a care
in the world.

I was finishing up with the dip
when there was a knock on the door. I looked at the time and it was awfully
late. Connie sat up on the couch and I asked, “You didn't order pizza, did
you?”

She laughed. “No! Who could it
be?”

I shrugged as I made my way to
the door. I never got late night visitors, so it was just as much a mystery to
me as it was to her. I peeked through the peephole to see who was out there. I
was shocked to see Bennett standing out there.

“Holy shit, it's Bennett!”

“What?!” Connie hissed.

I unlocked the door quickly and
pulled it open.

“Oh my God, Bennett, what are you
doing here?”

He immediately enveloped me into
his arms, and I gasped in surprise. I hugged him even tighter as tears welled up
in my eyes. I couldn't believe he was there and I didn't know what made him
come, but it was exactly what I needed. He was what I needed, right then and
there.

He pulled away slightly and his
lips met mine. Electricity filled the air just like it always did when we
kissed. We hadn't kissed that passionately in a very long time and it was nice
to feel that passion from him again. Our tongues met and we literally made out
right there at the open door, not caring that Connie was probably watching us.

We finally pulled away and I
laughed excitedly, so happy to see him. The darkness seemed to have lifted from
him – he had a smile on his face and I had never seen anything more
amazing.

Connie began clapping and we
turned to her, laughing. “Good show, guys, well done. That was much better than
the kissing in the movies.”

Bennett winked at her.

“What's up, Bennett? To what do
we owe the pleasure of such a late house call?”

I turned back to him and smiled.
I was just so happy to see him.

“What happened, Bennett? You look
so happy. What's going on?”

There was excitement oozing off
of every word when he said he had a story for me to write.

“What? What do you mean?” I
couldn't have been more confused. It was my stories that seemed to be tearing
us apart, so why would he want me to write another? If anything, I didn't want
to write any more articles about him ever again. I hated the fact that I had to
write them, so why on earth would he want me to write more?

“Baby, I have been exonerated.”

“What!”

Connie was getting up off the
couch and had a smile on her face.

“It's true, you beautiful angel
you. I just got the call, they found out what happened. They proved my
innocence. The league found out that it was actually the other team's ball, so
I'm off the hook. I'm not to blame anymore. My suspension has been lifted
– I can go back to playing on the team. Isn't that great?”

I squealed with excitement. “Oh
my God, Bennett, that is so amazing. Oh I'm so excited for you, that's great
news.”

Connie came up to Bennett and hugged
him, “That's really great news, Bennett. Congratulations, you deserve this. It
was a shitty thing that happened to you and this is just great news.”

He smiled at her, “Thanks,
Connie, I really appreciate that.”

He turned to me once again and
hugged me tight. It was the best feeling in the world – it didn't get
much better than that. The news was incredible, amazing even, and I couldn't
believe the great news I was hearing. I was so happy for Bennett and Connie was
right, he deserved this. Everything was going to be all right, I just knew it.
I would write the best story ever to tell about his exoneration.

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