Page 47 of Flag On The Play
“Come to my place,” I murmur, forehead against hers.
“Finlay.”
“No games, Nova. No crowd. No noise. Just us.”
She studies me for a second, and I can tell she’s fighting that little voice in her head. The one that tells her not to trust, not to hope.
But she nods.
And just like that, the real game begins.
The elevator doors glide open, and she steps out ahead of me into my penthouse. The skyline stretches out in front of her, the city glowing like it knows she’s here.
She moves softly on the hardwood. She pauses, just one step in, like she needs to process what she’s seeing.
Candles flicker on every surface.
Roses. Everywhere.
Wine, already chilled, waiting on the counter with two glasses.
Her breath catches. I hear it, even from behind.
She turns slowly to face me. “You did all this?”
I shrug, shutting the door behind me. “You said you wanted to try. I figured I’d make it really damn clear I’m trying too.”
Her eyes move over everything again, that soft, guarded look starting to melt. “You’re not subtle.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
She laughs. It’s nervous or maybe surprised. “You sure this isn’t too much?”
“I played one of the best games of my career an hour ago. Threw the winning touchdown. And all I could think about was getting back here to you.”
Her throat works as she swallows. I take a step toward her.
“I meant what I said. I don’t want this to be confusing anymore. I don’t want to be drunk or mad or trying to prove a point.”
She nods slowly. “And what are you trying to prove now?”
“That I don’t just want to fuck you. Iwantyou.”
The look she gives me could level any grown man.
I close the space between us and brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “But we’re definitely gonna fuck too. That hasn’t changed.”
That gets a low and husky laugh from her. “You’re a menace.”
“Only for you.”
She steps forward then, and it’s like the world holds its breath. Her fingers tangle in the front of my shirt. “I don’t want to overthink this tonight.”
“Then don’t.”
I kiss her again, slower this time. No heat behind it yet, just us. Her lips part, and she lets me in, soft and warm and familiar in the best kind of way. She’s not pushing me away. She’s letting me in.
My hands settle on her hips, and hers glide up to my shoulders.
