“I love you, Tag. I still have a lot of work to do,” Liv confesses. “But I want to be with you. If you’ll have me.”
I fuse my lips to hers. It’s like coming home. It’s the best feeling in the world, swallowing her gasps.
I drop my forehead to hers, brushing away her tears. “I’ve missed you, baby. So fucking much.”
“I’m sorry.”
I kiss her again—because I can. “I don’t want to hear those words again. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of it.”
“Thank you for showing me what it’s like to be loved, Tag.”
“Always. Every day. I will shower you in so much love, Olivia, that you are going to get sick of me.”
She shakes her head. “Never. I could never get sick of you, Stanley.”
I steal one more kiss. “Then why don’t I get started and show you just how much I do love you?”
“Perfect.”
From: Olivia Montrose
Sent: Thursday, February 26, 2026 10:02 PM
To: Stanley Easton III
Subject: Tomorrow
Tag,
Care to meet for lunch tomorrow before practice?
From: Stanley Easton III
Sent: Thursday, February 26, 2026 10:03 PM
To: Olivia Montrose
Subject: RE: Tomorrow
Liv,
Why are you emailing me when you are right next to me? You know, you could just ask me.
Thanks,
Stanley Easton III
Head Coach - London Lightning
From: Olivia Montrose
Sent: Thursday, February 26, 2026 10:04 PM
To: Stanley Easton III
Subject: Tomorrow
Because this is more fun ;)
