Page 106 of Mr. Broody

Henry groans. “No pressure, right?”

I tilt my head on his shoulder and kiss his jaw. “No pressure.”

Because for once in my life, I feel as if I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

Forty-Six

Jade

I check into the hotel in Minnesota and go up to my room. Opening the door, all I want to do is nap from being up so early, but the game starts at one, so I need to take a quick shower, change, and get to the arena.

There’s a box on the bed, so I walk over and drop my bag on the floor. Sitting on the mattress, I pry open the top of the box and pick up the note attached to the light blue tissue paper.

I’d love for you to wear my jersey tonight so we can subtly tell the world I’m yours.

I peel the tissue paper away and lift Henry’s jersey out of the box, holding it out in front of me. Staring at his number twenty-three with his last name over it gets me giddy with excitement. I hug it into my chest, relishing the thought he put into giving it to me.

Saying goodbye to him and Bodhi last night was hard. Although we’re not at the point where I’d be moving in with them, I’ve come to dread the good nights and crave the good mornings with them.

I pull out my phone to send Henry a message, unsure if he even has access to his phone right now.

Thanks for the jersey. I’ll think about wearing it.

The three dots appear right away.

Then I guess I’ll think about giving you an orgasm tonight.

Oh, that’s how you want to play this?

Yeah, playing hard to get isn’t really my thing. When that hotel room door clicks shut behind us, I’ll be on you like fucking glue.

There’s something odd in that sentence.

I’m tired and drunk on love. Give me some leeway.

Granted this one time. But you better not be TOO tired.

Believe me, I’d never be too tired for what’s going to happen tonight.

So I didn’t have to bring my dildo is what you’re saying.

That asshole needs to be burned.

What about your vibrator?

Nah. You get me off just fine.

I never want to hear the word fine when it comes to the orgasms I give you again.

I rock back and laugh, falling to the plush mattress in the fanciest hotel I’ve ever stayed in.

Good luck tonight. I’ll see you soon.

Thanks. And there’s another gift in the top drawer of the dresser. I’ll meet you at the hotel after. Love you.

I cover my heart since it’s the first time he’s used love you in a text. I can’t believe we’re even at this point, but who am I kidding? I’ve loved Henry practically my whole life.

Love you. <3

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