Page 126 of Playing for Keeps
“Good. How long do I get to keep you for?” I ask, nuzzling her neck.
“Until Monday,” she breathes, her hands clutching at my shirt.
I grin. “Three nights. Maybe I’ll actually sleep now that you’re here.”
She shifts to look at me, her brow furrowed. “You haven’t been sleeping?”
I hold her gaze. “I miss you. I sleep better when I’m next to you.”
She sighs. “Yeah. Me too.”
I sit with her curled in my lap, the silence between us saying more than words ever could. It’s quiet, but comfortable, like something inside me has finally settled just by having her here.
“What do you want to do tonight, baby? We could go out for dinner,” I ask, lacing my fingers through hers.
She hesitates, biting her lower lip. “Can we stay in? Just the two of us?” A blush colors her cheeks. “I don’t want to share you yet. Maybe dinner out tomorrow?”
I smile, her words landing somewhere deep in my chest. I don’t want to share her either.
“Staying in sounds perfect. There’s a great Italian place that delivers.”
“I love Italian.”
I press a slow kiss to her lips. “Good. Me too.”
She glances down at herself. “Mind if I get changed?”
My gaze lingers for a beat. “Only if you’re swapping into another one of my jerseys. You look insanely hot.”
She laughs, the sound tugging a grin from me. “I might’ve packed one to sleep in.”
I lean in, brushing my mouth against hers again. “Then you’ better wear it now, baby, because you’re not sleeping in anything later.”
She grins up at me. “Is that a promise?”
I lean closer. “Absolutely.”
We rise from the sofa, our fingers still intertwined. Neither of us makes a move to let go. I can feel it in her grip; she doesn’t want to be apart any more than I do. So, we stay close, walking side by side toward the bedroom like letting go might make allthis disappear. Even though I know for sure I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Ivy
It’s been a few hours since I surprised Wyatt, and after sharing some incredible Italian takeout, we’re now curled up on the sofa, completely tangled in each other. I didn’t realize how much I needed this, his arms around me, my head tucked against his chest, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat; a quiet reminder that I’m exactly where I belong. It feels like coming home, and I’ve missed every bit of it.
“So, how’s training going? I ask, lifting my head off his chest. “It looked full on today. Is it always like that?”
He smiles down at me. “Yeah, pretty much. The fans want a show, so we give them one.”
“I was exhausted just watching you. I was seriously impressed, Wy.”
“You were?”
I nod. “I couldn’t run around like that for ten minutes, let alone an hour and a half! Cardio and I aren’t friends.”
He laughs. “Is that right?”
“Yeah. I get out of breath running up the stairs!”
