Page 94 of Tangled Up In You
Corbin was going to be pissed when I told him about it later.
Once the coffee was finished brewing, I poured a cup and continued reading my book. With a distracted mind, however, I had to read the same paragraph several times before understanding it. Eventually, I settled with finding a TV show to binge.
Two hours later, Corbin came home from training, and I explained what happened with William.
Yep, just as I’d expected, the adorable grin on his face left just as quickly as it appeared once the demon ex-lover’s name was brought into the conversation.
“What the fuck did he say?” Corbin asked, tightening his hand into a fist at his side. “Did he give you any shit? I’ll kick his ass if he did.”
“Calm down, killer,” I said, holding my hand up. I motioned to the file. “He wants you to sign some release papers so he can write his book.”
“Fuck his stupid ass book,” Corbin retorted, making me laugh. His lips twitched as he focused on me. “This isn’t funny, babe.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because.” He tugged me to his chest and brushed his bottom lip across the tip of my nose. The eye contact as he did it made me forget what we were even talking about. He was too freaking sexy for his own good.
I bit his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
Corbin groaned and squeezed my ass through my jeans. “I want to fuck your brains out. But if I do, then we won’t make dinner.”
“You’re taking me to dinner?” I asked, smiling.
“Well, you can’t come to KC and not have KC barbecue at least once,” he responded before slapping me on the ass. “Now go get dressed for date night.”
I sneered at him before walking down the hall toward his bedroom. Inwardly, though, I was excited.
I’d been there for almost a week, and we’d gone to a few places together, but nothing big. I didn’texpectanything big. Spending time with him was enough for me. But it made me happy that he wanted to take me out. I guess a miniscule part of me still feared he was afraid of being seen with me as a couple, so every time he did something to combat that fear, my heart fluttered.
He is so getting laid tonight.
After I showered and changed into a nice shirt and jeans that didn’t have as many holes, I fixed my hair—which only took like two minutes—and then I was ready to go. Corbin had changed into a pair of jeans, a jersey, and still sported his hat. He had it on backward now, and for some reason, that just made him even hotter.
Before I could let my fantasies get carried away and tackle him on the hardwood floor, I asked, “Where are we going?”
He held out his hand and I took it. “You’ll find out.”
We got into his car and buckled up before he drove us through town. His quiet, expensive neighborhood was only a minute or so from the bustling part of the city. It really was an awesome place to live, and I wondered if he regretted his decision to leave it all behind. But then he weaved his fingers through mine as he drove, looking so fucking happy, and I got my answer.
I smiled, returning his hold.
About five minutes later, we pulled into a place called Jack Stack Barbeque. I’d heard about it before, but had never eaten there.
Right as we got out of the car and walked toward the entrance, my mouth watered at the amazing aroma coming from the restaurant. The place was packed with people, but apparently the local celebrity had leeway and we were led past all the waiting people and taken to a booth in the very back of the restaurant. It was beside a large window and near the bar.
The attention didn’t go to Corbin’s head I’d noticed. He smiled at the excited fans and stopped to take a few selfies, but when we were away from them, he seemed humble and touched by it all.
Over dinner, he told me about his day. Since it was still the offseason, the coach had given them all a detailed program that covered running and lifting, as well as a schedule that gave him a rest period to recover from the strenuous workout. Toward the end of July, he’d have to go to a summer training camp where they’d begin an even more vigorous workout, as well as start learning the drills for the next season.
Corbin explained that the summer camp usually included a lot of speed training, which was lateral and linear drills, plus a conditioning program that helped him with changing direction and increased his endurance. It also differed depending on the player’s position. As a quarterback, he’d do resistance training to help increase his lower body and core strength.
Honestly, it sounded like hell.
I’d been on the high school football team with him and had been a decent player, but pro-level ball was a whole other level of crazy.
“If summer camp doesn’t kill you, maybe we can get married next year in the fall,” I said after he’d told me more about his workouts.
“A fall wedding would be dope,” Corbin agreed, reaching across the table and taking my hand. He grinned, causing me to do the same. “Maybe we can even have it by the willow tree. The one we carved our initials into when we were kids.”
