Yeah, I want it.Bad.
“You’re such a sap.” Graham leans over and presses his lips against mine. I love being with him like this. Not having to worry about who might see us or who might judge Graham for being with me.
The guys in here don’t care. Even though we’ve been together for months, it still feels new. We’ve been out together a few times, but no one seems to pay us any attention.
Graham adapted faster than I thought he would. I’m lucky. Because I love being with him like this. Being with him is easy. The best thing to ever happen to me.
“I can’t help it when it comes to you.” I squeeze his leg.
Marcus comes over to us, slinging his bag across his shoulders. “I’ve got a few hours before I need to be home. Want to grab a drink with a few of the guys?”
Graham and I glance at one another. “Sure.”
“If you two can peel yourselves off each other.”
“Just because you’re not dating anyone, asshole,” Graham chirps.
A hard look comes over Marcus’s face before he stalks out toward the parking lot.
“Wonder what that’s about,” I ask him.
“Beats the hell out of me.”
“If it’s not about the girls, I don’t know what it could be.”
Graham shrugs. “Well, let’s not keep him waiting. I want some drinks and then I want to get home and start our offseason.”
“You and I have a very different idea on how this offseason is going to go.”
Graham stands, holding his hand out to me, his box of shit from his locker tucked under his other arm. I can’t help the smile on my face at how openly affectionate Graham is. I love it. I love not having to hide our relationship. “Oh, I know exactly how I want it to go.”
“You realize buying a house means we actually have to move shit in and not relax?”
Graham groans as the two of us head out, hand in hand. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You bought it.”
“Correction. We’rebuyingit. I want something that is just ours. Sue me.”
It has a big grin washing over my face. “Ours. I like the sound of that.”
“No more tiny condo.”
Pushing open the door to the arena, the bright Nashville sun greets us. A few of the guys are already pulling out as the two of us head to my truck.
“It was better than that crappy hotel of yours.”
I wince. “You never even saw it, so you can’t complain.”
“Doesn’t matter. We’re both getting an upgrade.”
Opening the door to the truck, we drop our bags in the backseat before climbing in the front.
“Are you sure it’s not too late to hire movers?” I ask.
“We’re not hiring movers. Besides, we don’t even have a place yet. We might not even find anything until next season.”
With our season ending sooner than we liked, we hadn’t planned on starting the house hunt this soon. We know wherewe want to live, but we just need to find something. We’re not in any kind of hurry.
