The movie ends, and I still don’t move, I don’t want to. I will stay here like this all night just so I don’t have to disturb her. When I try to move to get slightly more comfortable, Rae mumbles, and rolls onto her back, opening her sleepy eyes to look up at me.
“How was the movie?” she asks.
I huff out a small laugh. “You missed a good one.”
I think it was good, I wasn’t paying attention for more than a few seconds.
“Damn, I guess I’ll have to watch it again.” She sits up, stretching her arms and I take in the fact that she’s wearing my jersey. There’s a weird wave of possession at the sight. “What’re you looking at?”
“You.”Always you.
“Your mom gave me some shit about trading out my Colver jersey for a Wheeler one.” She smiles. “But don’t worry, I didn’t tell her that I’m probably one of many.”
I tilt my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Gray, do you realize how many women wear your jerseys to your games?”
“I guess fans do.” I shrug. I never really think about that. It doesn’t matter to me, she’s the only one I’vegivena jersey to.
“Come on, we both know you’re not a saint, especially on your road trips.”
I’m so confused on where this is coming from, especially from her. She twists her hands in front of her, one of the only tells she has that she’s nervous.
“Sunshine, are you calling me a slut?” I jokingly gasp.
She smiles, looking down at her hands, then stops twisting them. “I just know how you athletes can be. The teams aren’t the only ones with a roster.”
“I think you’re confusing me for our brothers. Easton and Nash are the sluts around here.”
“Oh come on.” She rolls her eyes. “You know you can have any woman you want. The guys in my band are the same way.”
“I’m not your band.” I chuckle.
“Maybe I have a roster too,” she announces.
The thought sends a pang through my chest. I clear my throat. “Do you?”
She stands up with a mischievous look on her face, but doesn’t answer. I stand up as well, not leaving a lot of space between our chests. Her blue eyes look up into mine, muchbrighter than they were when she first opened them. They’re focused on me, and then they trail from my eyes down to my mouth. My heart rate increases and my skin feels hot.
“Maybe,” she repeats softly, looking back up into my eyes.
“Well, I don’t,” I affirm, reaching out to move the piece of hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes, obscuring my view.
I want her to know that, and I may regret this for years to come. I may want to kick myself in thirty seconds from now but after seeing her at my game, wearing my jersey. Looking at me like this.
Reaching up, I cup her cheek, forcing her to look into my eyes. “There’s only one woman I’d want on my roster.”
Her breath catches, eyes volleying between mine, and leans into my touch. “Who?”
I smile. “The only woman I think about as soon as I wake up and before I go to bed. The only woman who has been there for me my entire life. My favorite person in the entire world.”
Before I can overthink anything else, I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers for the first time. I don’t think anything has ever felt as good as this moment does. It takes me a second to register that this is even really happening.
Rae reaches up, gripping my shirt and pulling me into her, and I slide my hand back into her hair, to hold the back of her head and tease the seam of her lips with my tongue. She opens for me easily, and I deepen the kiss, tightening my grip on her hair as she slides her hands up my chest and around the back of my neck.
I pull back, needing to look at her, gauge her reaction, and when I see her wide eyes staring at me it all hits me at once. I kissed Rae. My best friend. And she kissed me back.
“You’re my favorite person too,” she practically whispers, and I can’t help but crash my mouth onto hers once again.
