Leo Duval is my serious, honest to Godboyfriend.
And this isn’t just dinner; it’s adate.
A real freaking date with my real-life boyfriend, Leo Duval.
And he’s not going anywhere.
I can’t help it. A slow, giddy smile spreads across my face. “What if I show up to a game wearing the other team’s jersey?”
His brows hike in consideration. “Are you wearing someone else’s number?”
“Yes.”
“Then they die too,” he answers simply. “You can’t get rid of me.”
I giggle.Giggle. At his suggestion of murdering someone else for me. “What if I’m wearing your jersey while cheering for the other team?”
His eyes harden, but they’re still faintly twinkling with amusement. “Because of that, you’re not going to come tonight.”
My jaw drops. “I take back what I said.”
“Too late.” He shrugs, taking a sip of water that does nothing to hide his grin. “Actions, meet consequences.”
“I didn’t say I was going to do it.” I huff, giving his hand a squeeze. Because I can. Because he’sactually here, and I’m allowed to touch him.
“You put the image in my head, and now not only am I feeling murderous, but I’m also jealous too. Someone will need to pay.”
“Aren’t you supposed to let it out on the ice?”
“Play your cards right, and you might reap the benefit of my frustrations.”
The long sleeve was a bad idea. It’s far too hot in here. “And that would be so unfortunate.”
“So unfortunate,” he confirms, the corner of his lips tilting ever so slightly.
“And what if . . . I change my mind?”
Did I just flutter my eyelashes? What is this man doing to me? I’d be ashamed of how I’m acting if he didn’t run his thumb over my knuckles and quirk a brow.
“What if I decide I want to move in with you tomorrow?” I clarify.
“Your medications are already in my cupboard, I have some of your clothes in the basement, and movers on speed dial. Say the word, and you’ll be settled in within twenty-four hours.”
“How about if I ask for a second library?”
“There’s enough space in the backyard to build a large shed and move my gym in there.”
“And if I want a dog?”
“I can get Sabrina’s friend’s number. He’s a trainer. Just let me know what breed.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to contain the excitement.
He shrugs. “I decided a long time ago that you’re mine. That means whatever you want, you get.”
“What if I don’t want this with you?” I test carefully.
Leo leans forward, and I find myself doing the same. “Then I wish you the best of luck trying to make that a reality. I’m not the type of person who changes his mind. I’m stubborn to a fault. You’re stuck with me, Mina.”
