“Because I can’t have you distracting me,” she says with a wink, “and it’s a lot of hours I’m away between practice and scrimmages and media appearances.”
“All right, so this is done when your preseason starts.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll draft it tonight,” I say automatically, looking at the clock. “I should go. I have a couple of hours of work left as it is.”
“Of course,” she says, her eyes dropping to the table as she gathers up the containers.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Her surprise is evident as she looks up at me.
“Look sad. I can’t take it.”
This earns me a quiet laugh as we bring everything into the kitchen and put the leftovers in the fridge.
“It’s hard being on all the time, and believe it or not, Ilikespending time with you.” She lifts one shoulder but doesn’t meet my gaze. “It felt good to be myself.”
“Thank you for letting me see you.”
5
KINSLEY
Thank you for letting me see you.
Dammit, he’s adorable and exactly what I need in this moment. About halfway through the night, he stopped looking at me like he’s in awe of simply being in my presence. I like that he’s starting to be himselfwith me.
“Roy?” I call when he’s halfway to the door, his messenger bag still on the floor where he left it.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
I think he’s going to argue with me the way he has with everything else since we started this, but he doesn’t. He takes a step forward and then another until he’s standing in front of me, his cheeks pink as his eyes drop to my mouth.
So far so good.
Invading my space, he places one hand on my hip, the other cradling the side of my face as he brushes his lips against mine.
It’s sweet.
Sensual.
Unhurried.
Royce takes his time, tilting my face up and sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips as little zaps of electricity race down my spine.
He pulls me tighter against him, deepening the kiss and making me moan. It surprises both of us and makes me want to grind against him, but he wrenches back, his eyes a little wild as he stares at me.
“That was a good kiss,” I tell him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his lips remain parted the slightest bit. It makes me want to bite the bottom one—so I do.
Leaning forward, I give in to temptation and nip at his full bottom lip. He grunts, his fingers flexing against my hip.
He likes that.
“I saw a kiss like that in a movie once—always wanted to try it,” he admits.
