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“Mmhmm. Definitely.”

I flexed and straightened my leg a couple of times to make sure the hip cramp was really gone. Then we got up and shuffled into the en suite bathroom for a shower.

Once the hot water was running, I found myself in one of my favorite places in the world—wrapped up in Isaiah’s arms with my head under his chin.

“I’m gonna fall asleep like this,” I murmured.

He laughed, stroking a hand down my back. “I’m not carrying you to bed.”

“What?” I pulled back enough to look up at him. “You’d just leave me on the floor?”

“Well, I mean…” He shrugged. “I’d prop you up against the wall.”

“Would you at least turn off the water?”

“Of course I would.” He kissed me lightly. “Don’t want to waste water.”

I snorted and gave him a playful shove. “Oh, so it’s not about keeping me from drowning. Just not wasting water.”

“Well. Yeah?”

“Asshole.” We both laughed, and he pulled me into his arms again.

Sighing happily, he kissed my forehead. “I think I needed that.”

“Me too.” I closed my eyes, leaning into his chest and just savoring his warmth. I did need it, too. Not just the sex, but the closeness. The utter bliss in his eyes and his voice.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around anyone thinking that just because I got paid a bunch of money to play hockey, I was too good for this man. Did they even know him?

I gazed up at him again. He smiled, a mix of satisfaction and sleepiness in his gaze. My God, he was so beautiful.

I love you so much,I wanted to say, but it stuck in my throat. I wasn’t sure why. Not the right time? Not the right place? I was so bad at this. None of my relationships had ever made it this far, and I’d never felt like this before, and I was terrified of doing the wrong thing. Or doing the right thing at the wrong time.

So instead of speaking, I cupped his face, lifted my chin, and kissed him. It didn’t seem like enough—it wasn’t all the feelings crashing around in me—but it did feel right. Like it was enough for right this minute.

The rest? We’d get there.

Mark my words, baby.I pulled him closer.I’m going to show you every single day how hard I’ve fallen for you.

And one of these days, I swear I’ll work up the courage to tell you.

Chapter 27

Isaiah

It was stillearly in the evening, so neither of us was ready to call it a night. We lounged around in bed for a little while just because we could, and then meandered out to the kitchen to figure out something to eat.

I didn’t feel like cooking, and I was pretty sure my brain was still fried from sex with Tanner, so we decided to be lazy and order in. I was thrilled to see that one of my favorite Mediterranean places was on one of the delivery apps now, and Tanner was totally game to try them.

“They’ll ruin you for Greek food,” I told him as I submitted the order. “Nothing will ever beat them.”

“Pfft. I highly doubt it.” He draped his legs over my lap and leaned against the couch’s armrest. “Because there’s a gyro place in my hometown that will blow anything else out of the water.”

“Mmhmm.” I put my phone aside. “We’ll see about that.”

He met me with a cocky smile. “Yes, we will.”

I chuckled and slid a hand between his calves, which were bare since he was only wearing a pair of gym shorts. Sex was amazing and all, but I hadn’t realized until him how much I’d missed casual physical contact. Cuddling in front of a movie or in bed. Affectionate touches as we showered together or navigated around each other in the morning. Once Tanner and I had become physical together, this kind of contact had become easy to the point of effortless. He didn’t get annoyed or think I was clingy; in fact, he gravitated toward me as much as I did him.

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