Page 216 of Catch Me
“It’s too late now. I’m in this, Travis.”
With a grin, I pinched his chin. “Let’s go before they try to ask me more questions.”
“Aren’t you supposed to talk to them?”
“What are they gonna do about it?”
I grabbed his hand and started jogging toward the exit. People moved for us, and a few tried to say something, but I wasn’t going to be fan-friendly right now. My team just won the World fucking Series and Roman outed himself to the world.For me. Everyone and everything could hold on for a damn minute.
“What about your stuff?” he asked when I dragged him out the door.
“I’ll come back for it.”
“Your coach is gonna kill you for running off.”
“Let him try.”
When we finally made it to my Jeep, I opened the passenger door for him and pushed him inside. Ignoring the stares, I jumped in and put my hand on Roman’s thigh, then waited an insufferable amount of time to make it onto the street.
“Travis, what are we doing?”
“Starting a ritual.”
“You must be in cahoots with Tilian.”
When we finally made it to the ice cream shop, I winked at him. He huffed, then got out of the car and followed me. I laced our fingers, unwilling and unable to keep my hands off of him right now. He didn’t know what he’d done by claiming me out there. All of my reservations were gone, and he was going to learn what I’d meant when I told him I was clingy.
“Can we get two pints of lemon bar and two of the cinnamon roll?” I asked the guy at the counter. After I swiped my card, I pulled Roman off to the side. “If I eat two pints, you don’t get to judge me. I played seven games in ten days.”
“You didn’t play them all.”
“Don’t ruin my high.”
“You do you.”
The guy set a bag on the counter and nodded to me. Roman grabbed it, and this time, he tightened his grip on me and led us out the door. After putting the bag in the back, he shoved me up against the Jeep.
“I don’t know if we’re dating, but I want to.”
If I didn’t stop smiling soon, my lips might get stuck in this position. “We just kissed on live television. Yeah, we’re dating.”
“I’m going home tomorrow.”
“Oh.” I tried not to show him how disappointed I was.
“I’d change my flight, but I’m meeting a client who’s local. But I can come back after.”
“Or I can go to you.”
“You’d rather come to my four hundred square foot studio?” he asked with a laugh.
“Everything has been here. I want to be part of your life too. House, studio, car, field, anywhere you are.”
He put a hand on my chest and stared into my eyes. “What else do you want?”
“I want to reorganize my life to include you. I want to watch you draw and do yoga with you when you’re grumpy. I want to get online again in whatever ways I can and use the ridiculous amount of money I’m making to help people.”
“All of that sounds amazing except the yoga.”
