“Maybe I’ll have to make a sign that says, ‘Genevieve’s number one fan’ on it.”
She smiles up at me. “As long as I get to make one that says, ‘Jasper’s number one fan’ too.”
“We can have a sign making day. Lots of glitter. Just like we made in high school.”
She laughs. “Made a lot of glitter signs in high school?”
“You didn’t? We had to make them for the athletic teams to support them.”
“Maybe that’s what you had to do when dinosaurs roamed the earth…”
“Damn.” I slap her ass and send her back to the couch. “I guess I won’t be making my sign after all.”
Quinn drops down onto the couch and crosses one leg over the other.
“You love me and you know it.”
Her eyes go wide as she realizes what she just said. Walking over, I drop my hands on either side of her and lean down.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, Quinn, I am head over heels in love with you.”
She fists her hands in my shirt and pulls me closer. “I love you too. More than I ever thought possible.”
I slant my mouth over hers, needing the connection with her. Finally confessing how I feel to this woman? It’s better than any game-winning goal I could ever make. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“Now, prepare to fall even more in love with me.”
“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” she asks, eyes locked on me, full of love.
“I’m about to wow you with my singing.”
“I’m ready.”
She looks like she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she tried.
Finding the song, I queue it up and listen as the first few notes filter into the tiny room.
I begin singing the first line to “The Sound of Music.”
“Oh my God!” Quinn shrieks, kicking her feet.
I drop my voice two octaves, then sing the next line. Or what I assume is two octaves. I don’t know because I’m the worst singer in the history of time.
“Yes! Best singer ever!” Quinn cheers as I continue the song. Horribly, I might add.
By the time I finish, Quinn stands and leaps into my arms.
“I am definitely your number one fan.” She peppers my face with kisses. “Best rendition of ‘The Sound of Music’ ever.”
“Obviously,” I joke. “No one can beat that.”
“They wouldn’t even want to try.”
“God, I love you,” I say.
“Not as much as I love you.”
I smile at her, not setting her down. I love holding her to me like this. “Are we going to be those annoying people who say I love you all the time and annoy other people with it?”
