Page 31 of Totally Geeked

“My nieces like to play hairdresser,” he says with a smile, passing me one of the coffees, but then he pulls it back at the last second. “How many shirts did you bring?”

I raise a brow. “Three. Can I please have the coffee now?”

He holds it against him.

“Are they all as cute as that one?”

I glance down at the fitted dark green shirt and smile. “One is light blue, and the other is black.”

“Then no, you can’t have it. Strip. Naked coffee is better anyway?”

“I’m not getting naked to drink my coffee.”

He pouts. “But naked coffee is the beeeeest.”

I roll my eyes and slip my fingers under the hem of my shirt, then pause.

“I’ll give you shirtless coffee, but only if you’re shirtless, too. I didn’t get nearly enough of a look at that chiseled god-like chest last night.”

He blushes, and somehow, he looks even hotter and then puts the coffee on the table and strips off his shirt.

I pull off mine, too, and fold it over the back of the couch.

“Shall we sit outside?” he asks, with a wave toward the large doors like a butler making an introduction, and I nod, then follow him out.

He sits back in one of the chairs and instead of sitting in the other, I plant myself on his lap and lean against his warm chest.

“Now this is the best way to start the day,” he says, bringing my cup to the front for me to take. “Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

“You will be amazing, I promise,” he replies, and I rest against him watching the river as the sun rises higher, and we sip our coffee. It’s easy. Like we’ve done it a million times, and now all I can picture is doing this every day. But that’s insane. We hardly know each other, but I feel like no one knows me better. Can you fall in love with someone you’ve known for only a few weeks?

“What time is training today?”

“Not until four. It’s more of a meeting today than a training session, but we’ll be doing some content to post in the lead-up to the season starting.”

“I guess I’ll have to get used to going to these on my own soon then.”

“We’ll figure something out. I don’t mind calling in the odd sick day if we need to.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I could legitimately be sick,” he says, leaning into my neck and nuzzling the crease. “I’d be so desperately sick of not doing this, seeing you, that counts, doesn’t it?”

I laugh. “I doubt Gordon would agree.”

He stops peppering kisses down my neck and sighs.

“We’re going to have to figure out how we’re going to tell him at some point, but today is not that day.”

“I was thinking about that, and you’re right. I don’t think we can tell him anytime soon,” I say, remembering how adamant Gordon was that I stay away from Harrison. He might be his best friend but that shouldn't give him the right to dictate who he dates, or who I date.

He kisses my neck softly. “I guess we’ll just have to go with plan A. We’ll keep it a secret, for now. It’ll make a repeat of last night that much harder, but I have poker at Gordon’s tonight after practice, maybe I can sneak away to your room for a bit while they get drunk downstairs.”

“I’d be up for that, but you know my bedroom door doesn’t lock right?”

“And if he catches me, I’m dead.”

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