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He chuckles. “Maybe not in this instance.”
Jane sits up. “Okay, okay. I can take a hint. I’m going to shower and give you two some time to…whatever, but let’s do a movie day.”
“Yes!” I agree. “Oh, we have to watchCan’t Buy Me Love. Felix still hasn’t seen it.”
“You’re going to love it.” She gets to her feet and goes to the door, but before she leaves, she looks directly at Felix. “You have thirty minutes alone with my girl. I’ll be back.”
“Knock first,” he warns and then rolls on top of me as soon as the door closes behind her.
“Better work quick, Walters.” I run both hands over his biceps.
“Quick I can do. You with that smudged eye black is a weird fantasy I didn’t know I was so into until now.”
My hands shoot to my face. I completely forgot to wipe off the black painted under both eyes.
His body shakes as he laughs. “Super hot, babe.”
“Shut up.” I smack at his chest.
“No, I’m serious. It’s really doing something for me. Do you still have that football around somewhere? I have the urge to tackle you.”
“You’re so weird.”
“But I’m a weirdo with a surprise.” He drops his mouth to mine and then pulls back. “Look up.”
“Look up?” I repeat as I tilt my head back and glance toward the ceiling before I can think too hard about why, but even if I had run through the possibilities, seeing a giant poster of Felix’s face wouldn’t have been one I came up with.
I burst into laughter. “When did you put that up there?”
“Yesterday. Jane let me in before the party.” He grins proudly. “You said if you had a poster of me, that’s where you’d put it.”
“I love it.” I glance between his giant head on my ceiling and him on top of me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He presses another kiss to my lips, then glances up. “It’s creepy, isn’t it?”
“A little bit,” I admit. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Now I have the fantasy and the reality. And if you make me mad, I have a nice dart board.”
His gaze darkens. “No darts.”
I swear I played darts with one other guy once and the man has boycotted the game for life. “You won. I’m all yours. I think you can let it go.”
“Never,” he says, but he’s smiling.
“It wasn’t ever really a competition, you know? You own my heart.”
“Right back at ya, hot stuff.” His eyes crinkle at the corner and his mouth twists into a playful smirk. “But I still fucking hate darts.”
EPILOGUE
FELIX
College is over.Graduation was a month ago. I’ve packed up my car and moved out of the house I shared with my buddies for the past three years. And I got a job. I have to relocate to Minnesota (winters are going to be a bitch), but the pay is pretty good and most of my new co-workers seem pretty nice. Except one. Out of all the teams we could have ended up on, Beau and I were both drafted to the same one.
I’ve been going against him for so long, it’s going to be super weird wearing the same jersey. Stella is stoked. I think we really stressed her out last year every time we played each other. Including the conference championship where Beau’s team beat us. It was a tough loss, but it was a great season and I have no regrets.
So, life is good. There’s just one more thing I need to do before I head north.
I pull up to the Valley U golf course and grab my clubs from the trunk. It’s early, but in June in Arizona, it doesn’t matter what time it is—it’s hot. But the heat isn’t what has me sweating as I walk into the clubhouse.
