Page 50 of Dangerous Play

“Thanks, Blossom,” he whispered leaning his head against the window. His eyes trailed the outside of the stadium looking for his team.

“Don’t forget to post the pictures I sent you,” I reminded him of the official photos I grabbed from online. “And did you think about the sponsorship offers you got?”

Max made a tortured face. “I will post them, boss.”

“What about my second question.”

“You sound like my agent,” he groaned, his face all scrunched up and upset. “I’m not a fan of either sports brands. Like I don’t wear them on my own. I don’t want to do that just for the sake of doing.”

I remembered Ander posting five different brands just to get the money and free clothes. He didn’t care about his own personal preferences. As long as he was making money he was happy.

This was just one of the many different values Max possessed that I loved him for.

“You literally only wear Under Armour, while your whole Titans’ kit is Nike.”

Max made a show of lifting his shoulders, and the white tick on his sweatshirt mocked me.

“You know you can reach out to them…” I started with my marketing speech, but he shook his head.

“Not this again. I’m fine, I have more sports clothes than I need.”

That was also true, but it still made me grin.

“Still want to come for a run tomorrow?” I changed the topic. “I ran my best 5k time today, so be prepared to get your ass kicked.”

His carefree smile returned and he chuckled. “You got it in 25 minutes? I’m proud of you.”

I grinned widely from his praises. “So tomorrow?”

“I’ll run another 5k with you, we can try and do it again or even quicker.”

“Aren’t your legs dead?” I asked, suddenly feeling guilty. He just ran for 90 minutes and was coming off from a mini injury were he didn’t even take a game off.

“Your speed is my recreational speed,” he teased me lightly, but I saw him grin. The way he panted when we ran together was telling me he was lying. He started to struggle to keep up with me and that gave me immense amount of pleasure.

Clearly, I was sadistic.

“Funny,” I grimaced.

Max ruffled his hair and yawned. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon than for our 5k.”

“Sounds good,” I smiled and pulled the blanket over me.

“Don’t you need to change?” he asked, eyeing the jersey I slept in.

I shook my head. “I’m a supportive girlfriend. I sleep in your jersey too.”

His face had a weird expression that I didn’t try to decipher as I mentally kicked myself for saying that.

“Appreciate it,” he let out a low chuckle. “It looks good on you.”

“I know you probably see many girls wear it.” I shrugged, because it was true. Whenever I attended a home game, many girls worse his jersey. Anyone could buy it.

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who counts… plus you’re wearing mine,” he stressed the last word like it meant something, when in reality he went and got me one from the shop like all those other girls did. I was no different then them. “Plus, you look the hottest in it.”

A round of whistles sounded and Max rolled his eyes. “The zoo has boarded the bus.”

I laughed quietly. “I will let you get some sleep.”

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