Page 41 of Lucky Hit

My brow cocks as I reply.

"You have no idea. And of course. I'll be waiting."

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Half an hour later, there's a knock on the door. I spring off the couch and launch myself at the door. Opening it, I look up at Oakley with a wide grin. He grins back at me and lifts me off of my feet, making me giggle.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs and gives me a quick kiss. I jerk my head towards the living room and point at the couch. "You wanna sit down for a minute?"

When I don't get a response, I turn to face him again.

"Are the only clothes you own Adam's?" he grumbles, glaring at the jersey.

"I'm wearing your sweater underneath! This is the only jersey I have," I explain, raising my eyebrows in bemusement.

"Not anymore." He reaches into the bag hanging off his shoulder and pulls out a black and red Saints jersey. He hands it out to me and smiles. "Now, you can wear mine."

My cheeks flame as I reach out and take it from his hand. "Thank you," I manage to mumble.

"Promise me you will wear it? I need my girl wearing my jersey in the stands or I might lose the game."

"I promise," I assure him with a nod as his phone goes off.

He lets out a muffled curse and looks back at me. "I gotta go before Coach benches me. I'll see you there, baby." He pulls me towards him for another hug and places a kiss on my head.

"I'll be screaming your name from the stands," I tease.

"That's not the only place that you'll be screaming my name, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes and with a final goodbye, close the door behind him.

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