Page 46 of Love at Teamsgiving
And I never want to hear him whisper words in Italian in my ear again as he kisses his way up my neck to my lips and?—
“Junie, daydreaming?” he asks, nudging my shoe with his.
Blinking slowly because we’re not alone here on the sidewalk, making out, I try to return to my senses.
His lips quirk as if he reads my mind or at least recognizes my glazed-over expression.
“You haven’t been answering your phone, Junie.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“We have to go eat some cake.”
“Junie?” Margo asks.
My lips bunch up. “No, Juniper. He’s only allowed to call me that because he’s a jerk.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t stop thinking about me.” He slings his arm around my shoulder, lassoing me toward the car.
“I was not?—”
“Even if you keep telling yourself that, you don’t believe it. You can try to boycott me, but there’s no forgetting about me.”
My jaw lowers. “How do you?—?”
He chuckles. “You’re just too adorable for your own good.”
Trying not to fall under the spell of his love potion aftershave, I glance up at his magnetic smile. “You’ve called me a lot of things, but never adorable.”
“So adorable that I want to spend my afternoon eating cake with you. Margo, it would be an honor to be a guest at the league meeting.”
“We’ll get you those tickets for the game on Friday,” Gracie says.
Miguel’s eyebrows bounce and his eyes drop to me, dark and heavy. “Is that so? If you’re coming to my game, you’d better be wearing my jersey.”
I scowl at him. If I could reverse wear a player’s jersey, I would. I’d like to denounce him. Dethrone him. Good thing I have lots of Empire State Kings fan apparel.
But he opens the passenger side door for me and I get in because if nothing else, I’m a sucker for player number ninety-four—he picked it because it’s the year his parents met and he believes in true love.
And as much as I fight it, fight him, it turns out, so do I.
CHAPTER TEN
Seatedin a room with white walls and ceiling, a white floor, and sleek, minimalist white furniture, Junie and I may as well be in a padded cell.
Given the tension between us, we probably belong in one.
I’m not sure what broke my ban on her other than proximity, admitting that I still have feelings for her, and Guiliana’s comments about what I should tell my “friend” about relationships, but I’m back and I’m in and I want her.
I choose her.
The thing is, I’m afraid that if I tell her that, she’ll double down on pushing me away. Yet, she cannot resist me. I’m not saying that as a braggart or because I want it to be true.
It’s a fact.
“You’re doing it,” I say.
Junie asks, “Doing what?”
