“Good,” he said. “But do you think I’m a monster if I tell you that I kind of hope you don’t go all the way?”
“Yes,” I said. “But it’s okay. Apparently, I’m in love with a monster who fucking ignores me when he needs me, and I can live with that.”
He stiffened beneath me. “I—Jonah.”
I was feeling too reckless to pretend that I wasn’t head over heels for him. And too angry. “I’m not sorry I said it. And I’m not taking it back.”
“No. My love. No. I don’t want you to be sorry. I just wanted to say it somewhere else. Not here.”
“I don’t care where we are. I thought you were going to fucking leave me, and I didn’t know what to do with myself,” I told him. I cupped his cheek. “I hated every single second I wasn’t in your arms. I want to win the cup because I always want to win the fucking cup, but if we go out early, I won’t cry about it because it means I get to be home sooner.”
He was quiet for a long moment, and then he pressed his hand to the side of my neck, cupping over my hammering pulse. “I’m in love with you too, Sparky.”
I grinned and leaned in to kiss him. “I know you are. And when I’m done being pissed and when you’re healed enough to take it, I’m gonna show you why that’s the best fucking idea in the world.”
He laughed softly, then pulled me close and kissed me again.
