I shake my head.
“No.”
Because the truth is something in me shifted today.
Nothing in life is certain.
I know that better than most.
But Noah?
He makes me think that maybe—just maybe—some risks are worth taking.
Across the field, Noah is heading toward the bench, grabbing his bag, and talking to Tank.
My heart starts pounding.
And before I can overthink it?
“Hey, Walker!”I call out.“Are you ready?”
His head snaps up immediately.
Those blue eyes lock onto me.
Then he glances around, eyebrows lifting slightly—like he’s trying to figure out who I’m talking to.
Because yeah.
This is the first time I’ve said anything like that in front of everyone.
For a brief second, panic flickers in my chest.
What if I misread everything?
What if he doesn’t want this to be public?
But then Noah grins.
And the grin is so wide and so bright it makes my stomach flip.
“Yeah, Love,” he calls back.“I’m ready.”
He walks straight toward me.
No hesitation.
No second thoughts.
When he reaches me, he drops a quick kiss on my lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Then he takes my hand.
And just like that, the rest of the world disappears again.
Together we walk toward the parking lot and climb onto the team bus heading back to the hotel.
I figure it’s fine.
