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He reads the message and turns his attention up to the box we’re sitting in. I wave, and he shakes his head, dipping his chin. Hisfingers fly across the screen, and soon my phone is buzzing in my hand.
Reid
You’re distracting me.
Me
*Attachment: 1 image*
Took that when you were in the shower this morning.
Reid
You expect me to pay attention to what happens in the game after you send me a photo that looks like THAT?
Is that my Batman shirt you’re wearing? With nothing under it?
I watch him drop his phone on the field before scooping it up and holding it close to his chest.
Me
Do your job, Duncan.
Reid
Kind of hard when the woman of my dreams is sending me half naked photos of herself with a comic book in her hands.
If we win, can you wear that the rest of the night? Just that?
Me
You’ve been a good boy. I think we can make that happen.
Reid drops his head back, and I swear I can hear him groan from here. One of his assistants touches his shoulder, asking him something, and I burst out laughing when he shields his phone from view.
“Everything okay?” Maven asks, still covering her eyes.
“It’s great, Mae. Stop hiding and watch the damn play. Your man is about to make history,” I say.
She slowly lowers her hand. Her nails dig into my arm, and we watch as the Titans take the field. Reid is already halfway to the goalposts, phone poised and ready to capture the victory.
The players line up. The play clock reaches four. The ball is hiked, and Dallas kicks it through the uprights with yards to spare just as time expires.
The stadium erupts in chaos, and the cheers are so loud, my ears ring. Everyone is screaming and hugging each other, and I’m pretty sure Maven is crying. Security escorts us down to the field, and when we reach the grass, Reid is already hugging me.
“Hi,” I say, the wind knocked out of me from how tight he’s holding me. “Hi, sweetheart. Congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”
“Hey, baby.” A piece of confetti sticks to his forehead, and I peel it away. “Another Super Bowl win.”
“I thought you didn’t care about sports.”
“I do when I get to celebrate with you,” he says.
“You should be with the team. Filming the stuff you need for the next six months of content so you can tease me mercilessly.”
“I know I should. But I’m learning to get better about a work-life balance, and right now, I want to be with you. The content can wait.”
“You have your interns taking videos for you, don’t you?” I ask.
