“Stop saying that. You’re not.”
He keeps joking about that since we haven’t gone out together, but between the semester finally starting, my brand sponsorships, his training camp, and the rest of his hectic schedule, we’ve had no free time. By the time we get home, we just want to shower, eat, chill on the couch for a little while, and go to bed.
According to Finn, training camp for the Owls is longer and tougher than usual since it’s a brand new team, and “everyone has to get their shit together.” Since we want to spend the little free time we have together, we’ve been staying over at each other’s places. Mostly Finn’s, though, since he has a better view and a plush king-size bed. Just the thought of getting ready to go out to eat is exhausting. The other day, I had to do a late shoot for asmoothie company and when I got home, I texted him that I didn’t have energy for sex. He showed up thirty minutes later with an overnight bag.
Still, it’s not a secret. Livie and Damian know. My mom knows, and Titus knows by default. My teammates know. His teammates know. We both got an earful from Lyla and Lachlan about it. It’s not a secretat all. Personally, I think he’s upset that I posted pictures with Tate and not him, but I was very clear that I wouldn’t post anything about anyone until I knew it meant forever. That seemed to piss him off even more, but I don’t care. He has my trust, but I learned my lesson about being too open on the internet.
“Hm.” He bites my lower lip and kisses me. “Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow.”
“Don’t you have practice?” I run my fingers through his hair and search his eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his eyes or the way he looks at me.
“No. We have a meet-and-greet signing event with season ticket holders. I’ll be done early.” He kisses my jaw and the side of my neck. “Josslyn.”
“What?” I gasp when he pulls away, cupping my left breast and tweaking my nipple. “Oh my God.”
“I think you should move in with me.”
“Wait.What?” I push myself away from him and sit up straight.
“You think it’s too soon,” he states rather than asks.
“Umm … yeah.”
“We already have a key to each other’s apartments and sleep together every night. What’s the difference?”
My stomach dips. “Not too long ago, you were insisting this was a one-time hookup.You were upset that you were attracted to me?—”
“Because I knew this was inevitable and part of me didn’t want to accept that since we had that…” he waves a hand in the direction of the dining area, “to deal with.”
“We still have that…” I mimic his hand gesture, “to deal with.”
“But we’re dealing with it together.” He runs his hands up anddown my sides with a hungry expression on his face that makes me wiggle on his lap.
“You were also totally against relationships.”
He brings one of his hands to the side of my face and caresses it softly. “That was before. I already told you, I want everything with you, and that includes waking up with you in my arms every morning. We’ve done great so far.”
“We haven’t even gone out in public,” I point out.
He raises an eyebrow. “And whose fault is that?”
“Your mother doesn’t even know about us!”
He rolls his eyes. “Who cares? I’ll tell her the next time I speak to her.”
“Well, I kind of care, since I know for a fact she’s not going to approve of me.”
“I’m not sure that’s true, but, again, who cares?”
My lips purse. “Is it true she has a list of potential wives for you?”
He laughs. “She probably does, but this isn’t the 1800s, Joss.”
The doorbell rings, and I push myself off him. He stands and as I turn to go, he grabs my hand and looks at me with one of his intense, serious expressions.
“This conversation isn’t over.”
I nod, take my hand back, and practically speed walk to the door. I’ve never been more grateful for Livie’s impeccable timing.
