Page 74 of Sweet Oblivion

Thank goodness because I’m not sure my heart can take it.

Ryker

You wore my jersey?

I glance down at myself.

At his number on my chest and his ring on my finger.

And ask myself the question that’s been bouncing around my mind all night...

Would being his be such a bad thing?

Delaney

The girls made me.

Ryker

You look good. Wish I could have seen it in person.

And there goes my heart.

Delaney

You still can.

I don’t overthink it.

Don’t stop myself.

The phone rings immediately, and my thumb shakes as it swipes across the screen to answer.

His face pops up first, the black eye paint smeared under his eyes.

“Show me.” his low voice echoes through the screen.

No hello. No hesitation.

Just . . . that.

And for some reason I’m sure I’ll stress over later, I walkinto the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, and flip the camera around, suddenly very aware of everything.

The jersey.

The way it hangs off my shoulder and drapes over my chest.

My bare legs barely covered by my cut-off shorts.

The way it still smells like him.

“Damn, Bambi... Ninety-six looks good on you. Now turn around.”

My breath catches. “So bossy.”

“Yeah well, I want to see my name on my wife.”

Okay. Not sure if that should sound as hot as it does, but it really does.