I turn as Ty leans against it, his broad shoulders filling the tiny storage room while my pulse immediately skitters. As long as we’re together, and I hope that it’s forever, I hope I never lose that feeling when I see him or get near him.
“Excuse me,” I whisper. “I’m working right now.”
“Mhm.”
“I would never come bother you at work.”
A grin pulls at his mouth.
“I really hope someday you do.”
Heat rushes straight into my cheeks.
“Ty.”
He steps forward slowly.
“I’m serious. Walk into practice sometime. Distract me.”
“I feel like the coaching staff would hate that.”
“They’d survive.”
“According to Lucy,” I retort, “Craig barely did that one time.”
I try to keep my composure. Really. But then he reaches out, hooks his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans, and gently pulls me toward him.
And suddenly remembering my own name feels ambitious.
“Ty,” I whisper again, weaker this time.
His eyes drop to my mouth.
“You know what your problem is?”
“What?”
“You keep acting surprised that I’m obsessed with you.”
I choke on a laugh. “Obsessed?”
“Fully,” he says easily. “I am a true hopeless situation.”
I’m searching my internal files for a comeback when his hand slides around my waist, and all thought goes from my mind. Ty backs me carefully against the wall, his lips slanting across mine and I melt. His mouth moves with the kind of confidence that still makes my spine tingle every single time. Warm lips, smooth hands, and the familiar scent of clean soap and cedar lingering faintly underneath it all.
I fist the front of his hoodie and kiss him harder.
He makes a low sound in his throat that absolutely does not help my current ability to think.
“Viv,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Mm?”
“You have no idea how hard it was sitting out there pretending to care about metal stamps.”
I laugh breathlessly as he kisses along my jaw.
“It was your idea.”
