Page 98 of Unrivaled Love
We fit.
That thought has me stiffening. We haven't talked about what happens when both of our seasons are active. Or what happens when he leaves.
I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a long distance one. But things with Bryson feel easy and inevitable.
We'll figure something out.
Right?
The car pulls up in front of the building and I release Bryson's hand to get out. My palm feels cold and hot without his touch. He takes our bags out of the trunk, we thank the driver, and then we head inside.
"Hello Ms. Hamilton," Larry, my doorman, greets us with a kind and welcoming smile. "And, Ms. Hamilton's guest."
"Bryson Svoboda," Bryson says as he sets our bag down to shake Larry's hand.
"Conn Smythe Winner Bryson Svoboda?" Larry asks and his eyes light up.
"The very one." Bryson says before forcing a swallow.
"But he wants to keep a low profile this week." I say to Larry.
"Of course. We're the model of discretion here at The Lampton." Larry confirms as he steps back and stands up a little straighter.
"Ah, it's alright Larry,” Bryson says as he reads his nametag. "I'm sure Ms. Hamilton will be too busy with soccer soon and I'll come chat hockey when she is."
"That would be great. I still play in a men's league. It's the 55+ group and we've slowed quite a bit but it's the greatest sport." He flushes a little and then turns to me. "Soccer is still the most beautiful game, Ms. Hamilton."
"Yes it is." I say with mock dignity and then I give him a smile. "We'll see you soon, Larry."
"Of course, enjoy your day." He says and Bryson follows me to the elevator.
"I just won so many points with your doorman." He says as the doors close.
"Why would you need points withmydoorman?"
"Oh baby, just you wait. He's going to help me get flowers delivered to you, he'll tell me your schedule. I've got a man on the inside now. You're screwed, Hamilton."
I bite back a giggle. "Oh, is our relationship going to be competitive?"
"You thought it wouldn't be?" Bryson raises an eyebrow at me. I smile. He has a point. "Yeah, I thought so. Plus the distance thing is going to suck and I know we haven't talked about it but I'm not giving you up after finally getting you."
Finally. I’m not ready to admit it but younger Josie is kicking her feet over this development. It is everything she doodled in her diary and more.
But she didn’t plan for us playing on teams across the country from each other.
At my apartment door, I turn the lock but Bryson slides up behind me and kisses my neck before I can open the door. I turn my head to give him more room and his hands splay across my belly pulling me back to him.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been alone with you.” He grumbles and he turns me to face him. I go willingly and fling my arms around his neck.
“We’re still in the hallway, we’re not technically alone.” I tell him as his mouth heats a trail along my neck and it has my core flooding with arousal.
“Details Josie.” Bryson whispers and he leans forward to open the door behind my back. The tender nickname melts me further. It would be fine if we stayed in the hallway making out wouldn’t it? Guess not. Just a moment later, Bryson pushes me into the apartment as our kiss breaks with a pop. I giggle as I stumble backwards as he reaches for the bags.
"Oh fuck!" I yell out as I whip my arm up over my nose and mouth. I’m only one full step into my apartment and immediately a rancid odor is assaulting my senses.
“Sweet Jesus, did you have a pet you forgot about?” Bryson says as he pulls his collar up over his face. “Something definitely died in here.”
"No, I don't have a pet I forgot about." I get out between gags. My eyes are watering and I think I might have to move out.
