Page 63 of Run the Play
“I need clothes,” I say before slapping my hand over my mouth. Landry tosses his head back in laughter.
“Yeah, we’ll meet you there. Sounds good.” He ends the call and tosses it on the bed. “They want to meet at the pizza place just down from the stadium.”
“Is that okay? We could stay in if you and Knox don’t feel like being followed by fans and media.”
“You’re not getting out of this double date, baby. Besides, for the most part, people leave us alone. They take a few pictures and ask for an autograph or two, but that’s it. Although, I don’t want them interrupting my day with you.”
“It’s your job. Think of it as a privilege for people who want your autograph.”
“Yeah, so they can sell it.” He chuckles.
“Maybe, but my guess is that most of them, in fact, the majority of them want it for themselves. You’re a football hero, Landry Reynolds.”
“Well, this football hero is going to make breakfast for his girl.” He leans in for a kiss, but I turn my head to give him my cheek. “Kiss me.”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“I don’t care about that. Kiss me.”
I turn to face him, and he leans in and kisses me softly. His tongue traces my lips, but I refuse to open for him.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “There are spare toothbrushes in the drawer in the bathroom. Hurry up,” he says, climbing off the bed.
“Why do I have to hurry up if you’re the one making breakfast?” I call after him.
He stops at the doorway and turns to face me. He grips the frame above him, his abs flexing. He’s in nothing but light blue boxer briefs, and my mouth waters. “Because I’ll miss you, and, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, you’ll be my breakfast.” He winks before dropping his arms, turning, and walking away.
It takes a few moments for my brain to work again after staring at him. Tossing off the covers, I shiver at the chill of the air conditioning. I grab my clothes from yesterday and lock myself in the bathroom. I find the toothbrushes, just as he said, and thankfully, I had clothes that I changed into after the game, so my clothes were only worn here last night. I’ll still need to go to my place and shower.
When I open the bathroom door with his folded T-shirt in my hands, I can smell bacon cooking. My stomach grumbles. Quickly, I make the bed, then place the shirt on top before heading to the kitchen to find him.
“Something smells good.”
“Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. You’ll have to tell me if there’s something you usually have for breakfast, and I can make sure I have it here for you for when you stay over.”
“Is that going to happen a lot? Me staying over?” I ask without fear of pissing him off. I didn’t realize how freeing that would be. To be able to communicate and not stress over every word before it’s spoken.
“Well, since it’s too early for you to say yes to moving in, the answer is yes.”
“Don’t you mean it’s too early to ask me to move in?” I ask, amusement in my tone.
“Nope. I’m all in, Rowan. It’s fast, considering we just became official outside of our fake dating, but that’s where I’m at.”
“You sound so sure of yourself.” Landry Reynolds is a man of action, and I have no doubt he means what he says. It’s encouraging. I’ve never been able to express my concerns and feelings freely without fear.
“That’s because I am.” He plates up our eggs and comes to stand next to me. His index finger dips under my chin, andhe raises my eyes to his. “Morning, girlfriend.” He grins before pressing his lips to mine.
“You better check your bacon,” I mumble against his lips. Nobody likes burnt bacon, and honestly, having his full attention like this, it’s new to me, and I’m a little overwhelmed but in a good way. I know in time, it’s something I’ll get used to. It’s already something I’m starting to crave where Landry is concerned.
“Later,” he tells me before pulling away and going back to the bacon.
“How did Corie find out?”
“I texted Knox and the guys last night. I told Knox to let me tell Corie, but he’s a sucker where my sister is concerned.”
“You told the guys? Told them what?”
He nods to his phone on the counter. “You can read for yourself.”
