Page 113 of Keep Me

“Are they? Maybe it’s about time we introduced them to your husband,” I said, albeit a lot quieter since it was more to tease her than to out her.

“Husband?” Confusion laced her voice, still somewhat hesitant to use the phrase. I got it. If watching her come on her vibrator and then sending her divorce papers wasn’t mixed signals, then I didn’t know what was.

“Yeah. Your jersey might not reflect the truth, but you and I know it.”

“Matty,” she drawled out.

“Wifey.” I mimicked her.

Her lips quirked, and she pushed me a little. “You can’t say that. We aren’t—”

“Married?” I raised my brows and tried to hold back a smile, but I couldn’t help it. She was so damn cute when she was flustered. “Last time I checked, divorce papers hadn’t been filed out, so I still have time to prove to you why we should be together.”

I took a step toward her and when she didn’t move away, I brought my hand forward, grazing her hip. Again, she didn’t back away.

With her chin tipped up, she watched me with those big blue eyes of hers, and I tracked her face. Her lips, her lashes, that mole. She was all I wanted. Now and forever.

“Mathieson!” my coach called, but I was too busy looking into Britt’s eyes to care what he had to say. Her lashes fluttered as she stared into my eyes, and my head was dipping before I had time to think it through.

“Mathieson!”

I was an inch away from her lips when she took a sharp breath and placed her hands on my chest. “I think you’re needed,” she whispered, tipping her head the direction of my coach. Like I gave a fuck about what he wanted. “Please,” she whispered. I took a step back, taking her in.

Go slow. No need to rush kissing her in front of the crowd. We had our whole lives for that.

“You look gorgeous tonight, Brittany. I’m so proud you aced your first interview and I can’t wait to watch your analysis during halftime.” The compliments rolled off my tongue the same way they did in Vegas, only this time I was trying to convince her to remain my wife.

“Thank you.” She dropped her gaze to the floor and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re—”

“Mathieson.”

I didn’t have long, so I was savoring every moment.

“Everything. I love you, Britt.”

“Matty, stop.” She raised her hand before I could continue showering her with compliments.

“Why? You haven’t signed the papers yet, which means I still have time to prove my worth to you, and that’s all I intend to do for the rest of my life.”

Her brows furrowed, and a playful smile adorned her lips. “I haven’t even had time to look at them. There’s a lot of stuff going on.”

She was bullshitting me. “Interesting. No time to look at your desk, but you’ve had time to answerSpillitblog posts?”

“Wha—How did you know? That’s supposed to be anonymous.”

“I’ve hacked into school systems and the government before. Do you really think I haven’t looked into everything there is to know about you?”

She paused for a second, but her lip quirked. “Be careful, Matty. You’re starting to sound like a stalker.”

“Is it stalking when it’s your own wife?”

She smacked me on the chest but didn’t walk away. She couldn’t. She knew damn well that we were inevitable, she was just holding out on me until I proved it. Good for her. She deserved to be worshipped, and I had a lot to prove. “So, what else did you find out about me?”

“The shorter answer would be what I didn’t find out about you. Your shoe size seems to be evading me. I’ll find that out soon, though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

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