Page 91 of Spin The Bottle
“I am.”
He grins, laughs a little. “Remember when I said I’d love to see you cheering me on with pom-poms?” he asks, lifting his brows.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you want me to take this off?”
He drops his smile. “No. Fuck no.” He lets out a content sigh and brings his forehead to mine. “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks, desperately.
I nod, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “Yes.”
His gaze drops to my lips and I think he’s going to kiss me but he swallows instead. “Everyone’s going to know we’re together,” he whispers. Those big hands of his cup my face, running a thumb over my bottom lip. “Are you ready for that?”
More than anything.“You’re going to ruin me,” I say instead.
“You already have.” He pulls me into him and crashes his lips to mine. A rush of gasps and murmur break out around us but I don’t focus on them. I focus on my boyfriend, the way his lips feel against mine, how he lets out a groan when I brush my tongue against his. How his other hand grips my ass as he kisses me in front of everyone.
He pulls back and smiles. “Does this mean I get to call you baby now?” he asks with a grin on his lips.
I roll my eyes. “So cocky.”
“I can’t help it,” he says shaking his head. “I just won the fucking lottery.”
I lift on my tiptoes, leaning into him and leaving a soft kiss against his lips. “Take me home, boyfriend.”
He shivers, his eyes darkening as he tightens his hold on me. “Holy fuck, say that again.” I smile, laughing against his chest. He kisses the top of my head and grabs my hand in his. “Let’s go home,baby.”
I shake my head. What an asshole. How unfortunate that I still love him.
33
All the way
This poisonous candy that tastes like crap should be illegal, but if it makes my girlfriend happy then so be it.
When I push open the door to her apartment, she’s on the couch, snuggled up with a blanket up to her neck. She looks so adorable. It takes her a minute to realize I’m here and when she does, she smiles at me.
Jesus. Fuck. Prettiest sight I’ve ever been lucky enough to see. I remember when she wouldn’t even smile at me, I remember when just the roll of her eyes would have me grinning—it still does—but now that beautiful smile is my favorite thing ever.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I shut the door behind me, letting out an oomph when she attacks me, wrapping her arms around me. “Jesus,” I wheeze. “I’ve been gone two days.”
She shakes her head. “Way too long.”
I agree. Going to Boston for a game was fun, even better when we won, but knowing Leila wouldn’t be there, when she’s usually at all my games put a downer on the whole experience. I couldn’t wait to go back to my hotel room and call her, which ended in us having amazing phone sex as my congratulations. It made winning all that much sweeter.
I pull back, cupping her face in my hand and staring into those lime green eyes that I fell in love with. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she whispers back, leaning in for a kiss. Her lips brush against mine and I squeeze her waist, pulling her into me. Missed her. She flinches when a crinkling noise startles her and I laugh, pulling back and holding out her favorite—albeit disgusting—candy.
“Got you something.” She narrows her eyes at me but I ignore it, holding it out to her. She gives up, letting out a sigh and takes it from me. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to prove to her that I can take care of her. I hate that she worries about my financial situation. I don’t want it to be a burden on us. I’ll gladly go completely broke and take whatever bullshit my brothers give me, if it means she’ll be happy and taken care of. I’ll do anything for this girl.
She flips the package, scanning along the back. My brows furrow, letting out a laugh. “What are you doing?” It doesn’t take me long to figure it out which makes my smile fall. “Fuck no.” I grab the package from her, watching as her eyes widen at me. “None of that.”
I’ll be damned if I let her look at calories or care about any of that shit. I rip open the package, walking over to the kitchen and drop it in a bowl, throwing the package away in the trash. “There,” I tell her, pushing the bowl towards her. “Now you can eat whatever you want without worrying about how many calories is in it.”
Her cheeks blush, a tint of red coating them when she realizes I noticed what she was doing. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling her and showing her that she’s the most beautiful woman to me. She takes a couple out of the bowl, dropping it in her mouth and I smile, rubbing my jaw, my eyes dropping to her figure, curvy and soft just how I fucking like her. “Have you eaten today?”
She rolls her eyes. It still manages to make me hard. “Yes,” she replies.
“What did you have?” I ask her.
