I roll my eyes.
But before I can come up with another argument—I step forward.
Grab the front of his shirt.
And kiss him.
Because apparently my self-control has officially left the building.
Chapter13
Noah
The entire practiceI can’t focus on a damn thing.
Not the drills.
Not the scrums.
Not even Great Dane screaming himself hoarse from the sidelines.
All I can think about is Chiara.
The way she grabbed my shirt earlier.
The way she kissed me like she’d finally decided to stop fighting what’s been between us for months.
One more night, she said.
Like she’s setting a boundary.
Like she thinks I’ll stop wanting her after that.
Christ, she really has no idea what she does to me.
And that’s my fault because I haven’t proved it to her yet—but I will.If it’s the only thing I ever do, it will be enough because Chiara is everything that matters to me.
By the time practice ends, I’m vibrating with the need to see her again.
The lads hang around for a bit—Tank arguing with Koa about a missed pass, Luca joking with the backs—but I’m already halfway to the locker room.
Shower.
Change.
Out.
Because I know exactly where she’ll be.
Chiara is always the last one to leave the training center.
Always finishing paperwork.
Always making sure the rehab schedules are set for the next day.
Always taking care of everyone else before herself.
So I wait.
