Page 77 of What If I See You

The guys laugh but he doesn’t even budge when I hit him because clearly his abdomen is made of fucking steel. Deadpanned, he looks at me and asks, “Is your hand okay?”

I burst out a laugh. “Fuck you, you?—”

“Aww, she really does love me!” He beams, wrapping both his arms around me this time in a tight hug rocking us back and forth. “Don’t worry, Naughty. I promise you won’t have to help me take a shit.”

“Glad to hear it,” I say muffled into his chest.

“But a sponge bath on the other hand…” He chuckles and I pinch his side causing him to recoil.

“You wish, big guy. You wish.”

He shrugs. “Can’t blame a husband for trying.” He releases his arms from my body and says, “Hey I have something for you.”

My brows furrow. “For me?”

“Yeah.” He reaches into his cubby space and pulls out his game jersey, unfolds it, and pulls it down over my head.

Oh. My. God!

I’m literally wearing Griffin’s jersey!

With his name!

And his number!

“But don’t you need this?” I ask. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not wearing the top half of your uniform.”

“Nah, I’m going out like this tonight.” He chuckles when I give him my best get-real expression. “Kidding. I have several others and my wife should wear my name, right? I’m sorry I didn’t think to make sure you had one before we left.”

“Thank you, Griffin. That’s very kind of you.”

He leans down and whispers in my ear so only I can hear him. “I noticed you sniffing my hoodie the other night on the way home from my parents’ house.”

Fuck.

He noticed that?

My cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Oh.”

“It was cute as fuck and I liked it very much,” he confesses. “So, I wore this one most of the day and sprayed it with my cologne. Hope that’s okay.”

The smile that grows across my face is all the answer he needs. He smiles back at me, nodding his head. “Good. You look hot by the way. The leggings are killer but knowing you have my name on your back?” His eyes penetrate mine with a look of hunger and desire I haven’t seen from him before. Like he’s stripping me down right in front of his eyes and getting a good long look at his prized reward.

And I’m his prize.

I’m his reward.

I’m his.

He shakes his head. “It does things to me, Naughty.”

It does things to me too.

I rise up on my tip toes and kiss Griffin’s cheek. “It does things to me too, Griffin. Good luck out there, husband. Score one for me.”

“I’ll score them all for you.”

Holy shit are we flirting?

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