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A look of surprise flashes across his face, excitement gleaming in his eyes as he takes in my outfit.

“Are you wearing my jersey?”

I look down, trying to feign casualty as I fiddle with the fabric. “Oh, um...”

He grabs my face, dropping his forehead against mine.

“I’ve pictured this moment in my head a million times, yet somehow, this is better than I could haveever imagined.” It’s barely a whisper, meant for only me, and suddenly, I don’t even care about the curious audience behind him.

With bewilderment still in his eyes, he takes a small step back, giving himself a full view of me as he does another slow once-over.

“Damn, you look amazing,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes locking me in place. It’s like there’s no one else here, and nothing else matters to him but me. I blush instinctively under his gaze as he lifts his hands to my face and gently kisses me. I lean into it, letting everything else float away as we explore each other.

There are some confused whispers coming from behind him, and I’m rudely reminded of where we are right now. Breaking apart, I take a half step back from him.

He looks physically pained at my move like I ripped the last ounce of oxygen from him.

“People are looking,” I inform him. He doesn’t break his gaze away, doesn’t even bother turning around to see what I’m signaling to. Instead, he just smiles at me, confident and sweet.

“We’re going out to celebrate—come with us.”

“I’m not dressed to go out.” Especially compared to the bombshells giving me death glares ten feet away.

“I actually don’t think you should wear anything else ever again. I may have to insist on it, I’m afraid.” A spark of playfulness in his eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, though there’s a tiny part that looks like he may not be kidding.

“I’m serious,” I say, trying my best to hide the insecurity I know will betrayingly flood my expression.

“Why don’t you change and meet us there, then?” he asks, hopefully. I don’t even have time to object before he adds, “I’ll send an Uber to pick you up, okay? Eleven-thirty?”

“O-okay,” I reluctantly agree, but he flashes a huge smile and leans in to kiss my cheek.

“Come on, Wyndham, let’s get you to your car.” And with a strong hand on my back, he guides me away like no one else around us even exists.

Chapter 28

Jack

“Who the fuck do you keep looking for?” Max shouts over the pounding beat from the speakers. He’s staring me down across the table, still bouncing to the rhythm with a beer in his hand.

“Mia’s coming tonight,” Evan calls out, smiling, knowing damn well what he just started.

“Mmm, it sounds like things are getting serious between you two,” Max adds.

“This guy’s been singing in the shower, dancing in the car, and humming throughout the day. I swear I even saw him giggle into his phone yesterday.” Penn chimes in with a cocky smirk on his face.

He’s pretty much over everything that went down and is back to his old self, meaning the chirps have fully resumed.

“I don't sing in the shower and I’ve never hummed in my life,” I snap back.

“A little defensive over there, Brody… If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re love-struck,” Max quips.

“I just invited her out, okay?” I say firmly, slight irritation growing in my tone.

“Guess you won’t mind if I save her a dance then? Sounds like fair game to me.” A jackass grin on Max’s face.

Over my dead body. I don’t engage, though, but instead, check my phone again to see the status of her ride. She should be hereany minute. The boys huddle up, whispering and laughing, but I don’t pay any attention until I spot them all shaking hands,odd.

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