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He puts them next to my bed, then takes a big sniff of the air. “Mmmm, yes, baby. That smells fantastic!”
Demolishing the space between us in two easy strides, he wraps his arms around me, lifts me off my feet, and buries his nose in my neck.
“Shit, I could snort you like a line of cocaine.”
“Uh… please don’t?” I give his shoulders a light, uncertain squeeze and try to ignore the tingles racing through me as Wily laughs and places me back on my feet.
His eyes are sparkling with amusement as he holds out his palm. “Shall we go, my lady? Your carriage awaits.”
I’m about to place my hand in his when his words register and I pause in midair. “Please tell me you didn’t get a carriage.”
He barks out a loud laugh. “Your Ram 1500 awaits.”
It’s impossible not to giggle. It’s even harder not to place my hand in his and let him pull me out the door.
Oh my gosh.
I’m going on a date with Wily Wilson!
His arm snakes around my back, tucking around the side of my waist as he walks me to the elevator. We’re nearly there when I remember my winter coat, and we have to race back to grab it. He also asks if I have a beanie and gloves.
Seriously, where is he taking me?
He won’t say a peep, fighting a grin as he helps me put my jacket on, then pulls the beanie down to cover my ears.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Taking my hand, he leads me back down the hallway again and this time we make it to the bottom floor.
As soon as we step outside, Wily wraps his arm around my shoulders again, gathering me close to his side. I’m forced to put my arm around his waist to keep my balance, but I don’t mind so much.
He feels good.
I notice a few surprised gazes when we walk to his car, my body flaring as I try to avoid eye contact.
Wily, on the other hand, seems oblivious. He’scurrently telling me about football practice this afternoon and how he’s enjoying the lighter sessions.
He’s walking beside me, acting like this is the most normal thing in the world.
He really has no idea, does he?
Tonight, he’s making the impossible possible, and I’m still struggling to believe it.
CHAPTER 27
WILY
Satch is a twitchy little thing, but there’s something endearing about her uncertainty. It’s funny, when we’re in a tutoring session, she’s in her element, confident and sure of herself as she teaches me things like she was born to do it.
Right now, she’s a deer in headlights, nervously following me into the football stadium like I’m leading her to a public execution.
Seriously.
I let out a soft laugh, hitching the big bag on my shoulder while running my hand down her back. “Relax.”
“Are we allowed to be here?” she whispers, her eyes darting around the low-lit tunnel.
“Probably not.” I shrug.
She gasps and gapes up at me. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
