“I think it’s safe to say we’re both brats in this relationship.” He chuckles.
He’s not wrong.
“Go out on a date with me this weekend?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We can take a drive to a few towns over, where no one knows us. We can do everything boyfriends would do, and no one would be the wiser.”
His face slips into a big grin. “I’d like that.” He nods.
“Good.” I kiss him. “Also, you have to come to my game this weekend. You’ve only been to one hockey game this year.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“And I’ve been to most of your games.”
“Okay, okay.” He laughs. “I’ll come watch your dumb sport.”
I gasp. “Says the man who plays an even dumber sport.”
“I don’t think this is going to work out.” Easton sighs. “I’m dating a man with the worst taste in sports. I think it’s a deal breaker.”
“No. The deal breaker is those nasty socks. Like, babe, hot garbage.”
“Okay, well, at least my socks hold my feet; your balls have got to hang out of those boxers. And the hole in the back, the one on your ass. Do you even need to pull them down to take a shit? It’s big enough to fit right through.”
“You are such a fucking asshole.” I laugh, shoving at his shoulder.
“I might be a fucking asshole, but I’d much rather be fucking your asshole,” he teases.
I snort a laugh, burying my face into his chest. “That was so fucking corny.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“But I loved it.” I look up. “And I love you.”
“I love you, too. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For seeing the broken pieces of me and not running.”
“Baby.” I grip his chin between my finger and thumb. “Every single broken piece is beautiful. It’s what makes you, you. And I love all of them.”
He pulls me into his arms, burying his face into my shoulder. We hold one another, soaking in the feeling of just how right this is.
We were meant to be more than just friends. It just took a while for us to realize that.
I’m glad we did. Because having Easton back in my life has been the best thing to happen to me in a long time. And I plan on making sure it stays this way. No matter what.
Chapter 19
Easton
“Isn’t it nice to come and watch, with the intention of supporting Bennett, rather than come here to watch his downfall?” Taylor laughs, bumping her shoulder with mine.
“Thanks for reminding me,” I grumble.
