Page 30 of Dangerous Play

Two hours later, I walked into the home of the Titans.

“Hello, rival team’s ex,” Nico greeted me. I remembered his green eyes and the malice in them from the last time. “Long time, no see.”

“Nico.” I offered him a smile. I dated a bully for two years; I could surely handle one more. “Good to see you.”

“Feeling’s not mutual.” He grinned lazily, leaning against the staircase, his arms crossed. “What brings you here?”

“I came to see myboyfriend,” I said, the word boyfriend feeling strange on my lips. “Have you seen him?”

“Upstairs.” He nodded toward the next floor, his gaze lingering on me, challenging me to go past him.

I squared my shoulders, but before I could move, Max appeared on the top.

“Blossom.” He looked at me with his sweetest smile. “I was just about to get you. I thought you needed eight minutes.”

“No traffic.” I smiled at him, and I hoped I didn’t let on how creepy I found Nico.

“Great.” He strolled down the stairs, throwing a passing glance at Nico.

My eyes drank him in, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from him. He wore his signature jeans, with a simple white T-shirt and white Converse, but the way his eyes sparked with mischief sucked me in. “Hey, you,” he greeted me again as we stood toeto toe. I was painfully aware of his presence and the way he towered over. He brushed his nose against mine and planted a small kiss in the corner of my mouth, barely brushing my lips.

I lost the ability to speak as his pine scent filled my nose.

Max grinned like he knew exactly the effect he had on me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

“I want to show you something in my room,” he muttered, but the way Nico stood motionless on the stairs told me he was eavesdropping.

My hands fisted around his shirt, and I buried my face deep into his neck, finding the source of his divine smell.

“Very smooth.” I chuckled.

“Come on.” He tugged on my hand and took me upstairs. We passed the passive aggressive looking Nico.

“What do you want to show me?” I teased him as he guided me to his room, and we quickly slipped inside.

“I have a gift for you.”

I gaped and looked around. “Do you want to do it outside in front of others?”

Max shook his head. “It’s nothing crazy, don’t worry. It’s something that you will need and I promised you.”

He dragged out a jersey from his bag.Max 8. My throat closed up, and I swallowed slowly.

“Since you said you wanted to attend the game on Friday,” he explained, handing me the jersey. “I think this color will suite you better anyway than the burgundy.”

“This is yours?”

“Yes… no.” Max shrugged. “I asked for an extra for you. I have never worn it.”

Disappointed, I forced a nod. Of course. He wasn’t going to give me his own shirt, the one that smelled like him. This was all a façade, after all.

“I also got you a hoodie,” he said and pulled out a blue hoodie and a white one as well. One had the team’s name Titan’s printed on it while the other had their logo. “So you can switch around.”

I smiled. The sour taste of disappointment turned my stomach. Both hoodies were untouched.

“They are my size, so they should be oversize.”

“Thank you.”

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