“Definitely. This game was incredible,” I gush. “I really didn’t think we were going to win.”
“The Dragons were fierce tonight,” he admits, not looking upset at the loss. “We’ll get ‘em one day. For now, I get you.”
“Are you supposed to be back here?” a voice asks.
Standing, I walk out to see who is speaking. Ducking under Miles’ arm, I see Troy is glaring at him.
“Troy,” I say, brow raised. “It’s okay. Miles is allowed to be here. You can ask my dad if you need to.”
His face softens as he stretches his neck out. He looks like he’s spoiling for a fight.
“Yeah, okay. I wanted to make sure,” Troy says.
“I appreciate it. Don’t be surprised if Levon and Santo head over here too,” I tell him.
“Huh,” he grunts. “I’m glad you’re living your life, Caelia. You shouldn’t live in fear.”
“How are you?” I ask, wrapping my arms around my waist. I’ve been wanting to ask for ages.
“It’s rough,” he shrugs. “I think my wife is going to divorce me.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Miles says, reminding me that he’s there. I spaced out a little.
“That doesn’t always matter,” Troy says. “If you’re dating Cae, don’t fuck it up, okay? She doesn’t deserve that.”
“Never,” Miles says, his hand moving to rest over my arms. I can feel the heat from his body as he presses himself against my back and I give Troy a small smile.
“I’m sorry she didn’t believe you,” I tell him. “You should always believe your loved ones when they tell you hard things.”
“Yeah, I have a feeling she doesn’t love me, not anymore,” Troy sighs. “Whatever you’re doing tonight, have fun and be safe.”
I nod as he walks away, leaning against Miles.
“I feel so bad for him,” I say softly.
“It’s not fair,” Miles grunts. “At first, I was a little jealous at how you talked about him, but he seems like a good guy.”
“He is,” I agree. “I hope this doesn’t mean he’ll leave the team.”
Turning, I smile up at him.
“Can I greet you properly now?” he teases me.
“Properly?” I ask, watching as he leans down and his hand cups my head to tilt it up.
“Mmhmm,” he says, slanting his lips over mine.
Melting into his arms, I kiss him back. Even though I just saw him this morning, I really missed him.
“I missed you,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. “I want you to stay with me tonight, but I know Santo wants you.”
The way he says this makes me feel a flush of warmth.
“I cannot get turned on here,” I mutter under my breath as he chuckles under his. “Behave.”
“That’s doubtful, beautiful.”
Pulling away, I hear keys jingling in someone’s pocket. Turning, I see my dad walking toward us.
