Page 160 of Forgotten Comeback
Okay, baby.His eyes soften before he backs away so the ref can begin the count.
After the longest ten seconds of my life, the ref is holding up Gavin’s hand in victory.
I duck between the ropes and hurry to Gavin’s corner, peppering his bloody face and lips with kisses.
I love you.
Our eyes say in unison over the roar of the crowd.
Chapter
Sixty-Two
Taylor
“Let’s give it up for our bare-knuckles champion, Gavin ‘The Spider’ Webb!” Gavin laces his fingers through mine, leading me through the crowd.
Everyone’s wanting to chat Gavin up about the fight, but I can feel he’s still unsettled.
“Excuse us for just a minute,” I say, leading Gavin to a quiet corner. Placing my hands on my cheeks, I ask him softly, “You good?”
He rolls his neck, his eyes returning to focus. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? This isn’t a yeah moment. This is a hell fucking yeah moment! You’re the champion!” I slap his chest. “Hold that belt over your head. Cue the inspirational music. You deserve it.”
I squeal as he lifts me onto his shoulder, and I help him hold one end of his gold belt as he parades me and it to the VIP room.
We both grin as I’m placed onto my feet. “Why don’t you get us some food, and I’ll find us a table?” Gavin suggests.
“What is it you’re trying to accomplish here?” I tease him.
Gavin
What is it I’m trying to accomplish here?
“Got the belt and my girl on lock. I’d say I’ve already accomplished it.” I give Taylor’s ass a loving swat before I saunter off.
Finding an empty booth, I slide in and place my belt on the table, when Bree/Brit appears with a champagne bucket. “Congrats,” she tells me.
“Thanks. Can I get two more buckets of ice?” Because Taylor’s a badass and needs to ice her own knuckles.
“Sure.” She pauses a beat. “We had a bet going in the back of the house. About how long you’d be able to keep a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, who won?” Removing the champagne bottle, I plunge my right fist into the ice bath.
“Nobody,” she says with a little laugh. “It shocked everyone that you changed for the new ring girl.”
The beautiful thing is I didn’t have to change for Taylor. She’s seen the darkest parts of my soul and loves me anyway.
“We’re getting married,” I tell her with a big grin.
“No shit. Congrats again.”
“Excuse me,” Taylor says, sliding in beside me with two plates, and I drape my arm around her, giving her a quick kiss.
“Sorry I called your fiancé a twatwaffle,” she tells Taylor. “You two are really sweet together.”
“Thanks. What’s your name?” Taylor asks, breaking apart her chopsticks.
