Page 44 of Rookie Mistake

“Yeah, probably not. There’s always later though.” I wink. I turn back inside, grabbing my small purse from the top of the desk, and turn back toward him. “Well, let’s go, Loverboy. I’ve got a date to get to.”

True to his word, Davis takes me to Magnolia’s for our first official date. It’s the perfect choice, and I’ve convinced myself that he might be perfect too.

Like the last time he brought me here, we’re sitting on the hood of his truck in the parking lot, listening to an old playlist. Only this time… he’s mine.

And I’m his.

“Oh my god, this is my favorite song. Dance with me?” I ask, jumping up from the hood and holding my hand out toward him. “Nothing’s Going to Hurt You Baby” plays through the speakers as he slides his hand in mine.

He pulls me against him and laces our fingers together before lifting my hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

It’s so sweet I nearly melt at his feet in a puddle.

We sway to the slow, sensual beat, our eyes locked. One of my favorite songs has new meaning, and I love it.

“Feels kind of full circle, doesn’t it?”

I nod. “It does. Who knew that bidding on you in an auction would lead to… this.”

“Thatwasa shit ton of money,” he teases.

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I think it was worth it though. It got us here, didn’t it?”

Lowering his lips to mine, he says, “Yeah, Trouble. It did. And I’msofucking glad you’re mine.”

epilogue

Davis

6 months later

There are few things that feel the way it does to stand in the middle of a stadium packed with ten thousand people, all chanting your name as you strike out the third guy in a row.

In fact, I think the only thing that feels better than that is when Zara’s lips are wrapped around my cock, and that’s only because there’s nothing else in the world like my girlfriend.

Fuck, Iloveher.

And I love playing for the best team in the NCAA.

I love being a Hellcat, and this season has been fucking incredible. A constant high that I never want to come down from.

“Hey, Loverboy,” Zara squeals as she jumps into my arms, locking her legs around my waist. “God, you were so hot out there. I couldn’t wait another second to pounce on you.”

I chuckle, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. “Yeah? I was just showing off because I knew you were watching.”

That’s actually true. I always play better when I know my girl’s watching, and maybe that’s why I’ve had the best season of my career. Because Zara hasn’t missed a single game.

She’s been in the stands, cheering me on, being my biggest fan.

Love does funny things to a person. Honestly, I can hardly remember the kind of guy I was before I met her. Before she stomped into my life in those fucking combat boots and I served her my heart on a plate from Magnolia’s.

I never stood a chance.

It’s been hers ever since, and the past six months have been the happiest months of my life.

She’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been.

“You look so sexy wearing this,” I say, dragging my fingers down the front of her open jersey, over my number that’s scrawled along the chest. “I love seeing you wear my jersey.”

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