We don’t even break the kiss either.
My hands move to his jaw, then his shoulders, like I can’t get enough of him—like I need to feel him everywhere I can.
“Tell me again you think I don’t want you,” he whispers against my mouth when he breaks the kiss.
I shake my head.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I don’t think that,” I murmur.
“Good,” he growls.
His hands tighten at my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to make my breath hitch.
“You don’t get to doubt me,” he says against my mouth. “Not when I’ve been losing my mind over you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cooper
Our second road trip this week feels longer than the first. This time, it’s for our game against the Ashford Knights.
Although this time I woke up with Brinley curled up in my bed, it was still hard to go. Harder knowing I’d already had to leave her that morning.
None of my teammates brings up what happened in Kolmont, although I don’t miss some of their curious looks. The media have played it out to be about my shoulder, which is a load of shit, but I don’t care.
If that’s the story they want to run with, fine.
I claim my usual spot on the bus and lean against the window. Resting my arm on the ledge, I let the glass cool my heated skin.
My shoulder is getting better every day, so I can be thankful for that too.
In the seat across from me, Owen has his legs spread wide as he reclines in his seat, scrolling his phone. He glances up when he sees me look in his direction.
“Any word?”
He doesn’t have to clarify what he means. It’s not Reed he’s asking about. It’s about the game.
“Nah.” I shake my head.
If Coach benched me for the last game because of Brinley, I don’t doubt I’ll be sitting this one out too.
He warned me he has eyes on her. Whatever that means, I have no idea. I have to assume he knows she showed up at the house yesterday and didn’t leave until this morning either.
Owen studies me for a second, like he’s searching for how I’m handling everything.
“I’m good,” I answer for him.
He nods, but I can tell he’s not buying it. No one really is anymore.
I think the fact Brinley stayed over last night assures him I’m not exactly losing my mind, so I guess there’s that.
After she shows up at the house, after slamming my door and telling me to stay on the side of the line I’d drawn… well, I don’t have much patience left.
She looked at me like I decided she wasn’t worth fighting over.
Like I didn’t want her.
