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All of us laugh. The night continues with board games, and with too many competitive people involved, the stakes seemed a lot higher than normal.
Willow and I are sitting cross-legged on the floor with the Monopoly board on the coffee table.
I link our hands together because, for some reason, I need to be touching Willow. I think she said something about physical touch being my love language, and right now, I couldn’t agree more.
“No,” my sister yells, slamming her money onto the board. “I refuse to declare bankruptcy.”
“Princess, it’s okay to lose sometimes.”
Jazmine stares at him like he is an absolute idiot. “Of course, you would say that you’re trying to take my money.”
God, I’m going to miss times like this.
Graduation has come around quickly, and it’s crazy to think that after all these years, Jaz and I will be going our separate ways.
Reaching out, I wrap my arm around Willow’s neck and pull her closer.
“You okay?” She asks.
I smile, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Perfect.”
Chapter 38
Jayden Allen
“Don’t touch those,” I say, slapping Trent’s hand away.
The kitchen is loud, every teammate pattering in and out, hoping that Hayes has cooked up a perfect breakfast. Usually, this would be me, however, today I’m bringing Willow breakfast in bed.
We have been cramming for exams over the past few weeks, so there hasn’t been time for me to take her out on a proper date.
I’m jumping this obstacle by bringing the date to us. The boys have helped me keep Willow away from the backyard for the last two days, which has been difficult to say the least, because she knew something was up.
Aiden tsks. “He is very protective of blueberry pancakes, best to stay clear.”
“But I’m hungry,”
I shrug my shoulders while drizzling maple syrup over the pancakes. “Not my problem.”
Groans fill the kitchen until Hayes pulls out the bacon and eggs.
I don’t linger, carrying the plate of blueberry pancakes to Willow’s bedroom. The two of us have practically moved into this room, as it is bigger and has an ensuite.
Willow is leaning against the headboard, my Lakewood jersey clinging to her skin. Fuck me. The plate nearly slips from my hands at the sight.
She is fucking beautiful. I could never look away from her. Red hair cascades, strands hitting her collarbone while her hazel eyes brighten when our gazes meet. I stride toward Willow, capturing her lips.
She pulls back, eyes flicking to the breakfast in my hand.
“Is that for me?”
I place it on her lap. “Of course, Sweetheart. I hate blueberries,”
She smiles, pink splattering on her cheeks. “Thank you. You didn’t need to do this.”
I slide back under the covers, on the left side of the bed. “And you need to accept that I want to do these things for you, okay?”
Willow’s lips curve, despite her obvious attempt to hide it. “Fine. I’m just not used to it,”
