Page 67 of Scores Of The Heart

“A bit like me,” I muse, as I stand upright again, and Henry bolts back inside.

“What are you doing here so late?” she asks.

“I wanted to see you,” I say, cupping her face in my hands and reaching down to kiss her softly. “That was all.”

She laughs quietly, leaning in the doorway.

“And we won against New York,” I add. I know she already knows that, but I say it anyway. “We’re in the finals, baby.”

“I know.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around me. I tower over her, not even attempting to push myself inside her door like I want to.

There’s no way she’s ready for that.

“You guys did great,” she says. “I watched every second of it on the edge of my seat.”

A deep laugh rumbles in my chest as I reach down to kiss her again, pulling her flush against my chest and wrapping my arms around her. I love the feel of her body against me. And yet again, I can’t hide my body’s response to her being this close.

I know she feels my erection digging into her because it’s not hideable, that, and she laughs lightly into my chest.

“Sorry about that,” I mutter into her neck. She smells divine, it’s that marshmallow scent again or something just as sweet. “I just wanted to see you and tell you I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Me either.”

I set her back on her feet and rest my hand on her hip. “I’d better let you get back to sleep.”

She laughs and swats me on the arm. “You woke me up to tell me that?”

“It couldn’t wait.” I shrug. I know she’s not mad, she has a sweet smile on her face. One I’m certain I’ll never get sick of looking at. “I’ll see you Tuesday, if not before.”

I lean in for another kiss. The feel of her plump lips pressing into mine is doing all kinds of bad things to me. I have to go before I get too carried away on her front doorstep.

“Goodnight, Tyler. Thanks for stopping by,” she jokes, as I take a step back and watch her whilst walking down the brownstone steps, hanging onto the rail for support so I can get one last look at her before I slide back into my Maserati.

“Goodnight, baby.”

* * *

“No Monday stalking today?” Jay muses, as I use the vending machine to get a shit cup of coffee in the stadium that I’m probably going to regret.

Coach called an early morning training session before anything else gets underway.

That means no coffee shop for me. Not that I even need to do that now.

“Funny fucker.”

Jay shrugs, “Don’t tell me you still haven’t made your move?”

“I’m making plenty of moves, believe me.”

The boys know about it. The night before the last game me, Ashton, Taylor, and Jay all went out for dinner after practice and it went a little something like this;

“Yeah, are you actually serious?” Ashton quizzes me about Cindy again while we eat tapas and have a few drinks waiting for our main meal, except Taylor, of course, he never drinks before a game.

“Yes, I’m serious,” I tell them, leaning forward. “I saw her having dinner one night a couple of weeks back with her friend… so I walked up to her table and we started chatting.”

“Chatting?” Taylor scoffs. “Since when do you chat?”

“Since her,” I say, because I can no longer help myself, and it’s only a matter of time before they start asking me questions again, anyway.

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