Page 13 of A Game Of Love

I’m beyond ready to get over all this weird, messed-up stuff that's been going on and work on healing our relationship. I want my Toby back. I know he’s in there. We just need to put the past behind us.

I’m not sure how everything is going to go when it comes to dating both of them. Just thinking of it has me on the verge of a panic attack. He said he was okay with it. He looked like he took my warning of being done with him if he walked away from me last night seriously.

But did he just say it in the moment just because that's what I wanted to hear? Did he really mean it? Will he have woken up this morning and rethought everything and decide that there’s no way he’s willing to share me? He’s always been so possessive, even if it took him so long to admit it was for reasons that went beyond friendship.

“Where did you go,il mio cuore.” Bishop places his hand on my knee over the blanket, giving it a squeeze.

“Sorry.” I shake my head. “It’s nothing.”

“Lilly.”

“I’m just worried.”

“About Toby?”

I nod. “When am I not?” My eyes water. “Is it fucked up that I'm tired of worrying where I stand with him and just want things to be easy for once?”

“No, baby,” he says softly. “You have every right to feel that way. Toby has a mental health condition that he’s working hard to get under control. The first step is taking his meds, and he’s been doing that. He's also seeing his therapist. He wants to get better.”

“That's the thing. He won’t ever be better, be cured.”

“No,” he agrees. “But he’s getting to the point where it’s manageable, and he can live a pretty normal life. An exciting life. Right by your side.”

“Our side.” I smile. “Because I know that he won’t stay mad at you for long. You mean too much to him for that. He loves you like a brother. You're his best friend. And hopefully, after I talk to him, he’ll see that all of this–it was inevitable,” I say with certainty.

“Inevitable, huh?” He grins. “You think?”

“I know.” I smile widely. “I just don’t know how I didn’t see it until now.” I laugh, shaking my head. “We were practically inseparable.”

“Yeah.” He gives me a sad smile, and I know he’s thinking about all the time we’ve missed over the past few years.

Not wanting to bring down the mood and done feeling sad, I put my cookie and coffee on the bedside table. I crawl out of the blankets and over to him until I’m straddling him.

“Hi.” I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Hi,” he chuckles, his hands sliding down my sides, stopping at the globes of my ass. I shiver, biting my lip and remember last night when we were in this same position. “Lilly,” he growls, doing nothing to help with the warmth growing in my lower belly.

“What?” I blink at him innocently. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Mhhmm,” he hums, raising a brow. I can feel him growing harder under me. I want him. Man, do I ever want him.

“To answer your question from before about what to do today. I was thinking we could go over to my parent's place, spend the day with them? I’m not sure if you would have much fun, but Mom texted me that the boys wanted to do pumpkins and decorate for Halloween. The front yard is already all decked out, but we usually spend the day making homemade stuff to hang up inside. And I mean, we were already going to go over there for family supper and—”

Bishop presses his lips against mine, cutting off my nervous ramblings. I moan, sinking into his touch. “I’d love to,” he murmurs.

“Really?” I ask, blinking the haze out of my eyes. This man knows how to make my head spin.

“You know I love your family.”

“What would you say about us... telling them... about... well, us?” I ask nervously.

His brows jump. “You’d want that?”

I nod, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. “I don’t want to hide you. I want to show you off to the world, Mr. Grant.” I grin.

“Fuck me, baby,” he growls, nipping at my lower lip playfully. “You wanna show me off like your prize stallion? So damn sexy.”

“Stop.” I laugh, burying my face into the crook of his neck. But I’d be lying if I wasn’t excited to finally be out in public together as a couple with him. To show all the damn girls who won’t stop ogling him like he’s a piece of meat that he’s mine. Maybe I wanna make my claim.

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