Page 15 of Choosing Forever
“I believe that. She’s my girl,” Delaney sings.
“I never thought I’d need to fight off my sister when it comes to my girlfriend.”
Her smile is soft as she drags two fingers along my jaw. “Don’t be jealous. I like how it looks on you too much.”
She yelps when I grab her by the waist and lean us back until I’m hovering above her and the letterman jacket she snubbed tonight is squished beneath her. The thick blanket I laid out keeps the bed of Brody’s truck from getting her cardigan dirty.
“I can be more jealous if you want,” I offer, voice dipping as I brush my lips against hers.
She smooths a hand up my back. “Do it at your own risk.”
“You make it sound so good, how am I supposed to ignore that?”
“In that case, I was considering asking Jayden if he could lend me his jacket for a few days. It’s been quite cold, you know, with fall coming and all,” she drawls, naming one of my teammates.
“His football jacket?”
“Mm, that’s the one.”
I narrow my eyes and nip at her jaw. “The only jacket you need to be wearing is the one beneath you.”
Slipping a hand underneath her, I give the jacket a yank and free it. The heavy material is purple and beige, with a big number seventeen on the arm and back.Mynumber.
“Well then, what are you waiting for? Put it on me,” she teases.
We move back until we’re sitting nearly on top of each other, and then she extends her arm for me. I guide it into the first sleeve before doing the same to the other. Once both of her arms are inside of it, I whistle, giving my head a rough shake.
“Fucking beautiful, Elle.”
She waggles her brows and shimmies both shoulders. “Yeah? I don’t look like I’m wearing a sack?”
“Nah, but even if you did, you’d still be hot as fuck.”
“Yeah, I guess I could settle for this one,” she says with a sigh, shrugging.
“Settle,” I echo, wetting my lips. “That’s one word for it.”
“Do you have one more fitting?”
“I’ve got three. Meant to be.”
“You’re a cheeseball tonight, babe.”
“Well, it’s a good fucking thing you aren’t lactose intolerant,” I joke, scooping her into my lap.
She chokes on a laugh. “Stop it before I get the ick.”
“The ick? Fuck out of here with that, Elle. There’s no such thing as ick between us.”
“Oh, I’m not too sure about that. Maybe ten years down the road, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
My pulse skips. “Ten years down the road, I plan on already knowing everything you do that could ick me out. And I’m completely sure that I’ll still love you.”
Her expression softens, the teasing gleam in her eyes quickly replaced with a warmth that I can feel brushing my skin. She holds her hand up between us and wiggles her ring finger.
“I’d hope so. I mean, look at this ring.”
“It’s a pretty nice placeholder, right?”
