His fingers graze the sliver of my stomach exposed between my top and skort. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you since we got here.”
“You’re busy being a coach.”
“It was nice, spending every day with you and not being tied up with all of this.” He gestures his free hand around us, his other holding a racket.
I tug on his shirt, bringing him slightly closer to me. “But now, back to reality.”
“Mhm.” He leans in more, his nose grazing mine. “I really want to kiss you.”
“Then why don’t you?” I challenge.
He cocks his head to the side, expression thoughtful. “Because you need to ask. I need to know it’s what you want.”
I’d love to mess with him and not say anything at all, but the fact of the matter is I really,reallywant to kiss him. I haven’t had my lips on his since New Year’s Eve weeks ago.
“Kiss me.”
Grinning, he braces his hand above my head again and lowers until his mouth finds mine. The kiss is slow and tender at first, but when I moan and press up into him it quickly becomes heated.
“Hey, lovebirds!” A tennis ball smacks the ground near my feet. “I have a practice to finish.”
Fisher pulls away from me, shaking his head. “Fuck you, Noah.”
Noah just laughs. “You can make out with your wife later. We need to finish up here.” To me, he says, “Hey, Ebba. I think Sabrina and Maddie are at the clubhouse if you want to join them.”
“I’ll do that.”
Fisher grabs my elbow before I can walk away. “We won’t be much longer here, and I’ll catch up with you.”
“Okay.”
I itch to lean in and kiss him again. A part of me screams to hold back, that I’m falling too hard for him all over again and Ineed to keep my wits the best I can, but a bigger part of me gives the middle finger and says fuck that.
Fisher seems surprised when I kiss him again, but his face radiates with pure happiness when I pull away.
I don’t look back as I scurry away in search of Sabrina and Maddie, but I hear Noah ribbing him.
I spot the two of them hanging at a picnic table with drinks and sandwiches.
“Ebba!” Sabrina spots me, waving me over. “I didn’t know you were coming to the practice courts.”
“My needy husband asked me to come.”
I know what I’ve said the second it leaves my mouth, but it’s too late to take that single word back.
“Husband, huh?” she teases, doing a little shimmy.
“At least temporarily,” I sigh, sliding into the space beside Maddie. “Hey, Mads. How are you?”
“Good,” the little girl answers. Although, she’s not much of a little girl anymore. She’s a preteen already. “I like your skirt.”
“Thank you. Yours is cute too.” She’s outfitted in a light green top and white tennis skirt. “I’m sorry we haven’t had much time to catch up,” I say to Sabrina. “I want to hear all about your honeymoon.”
“Oh, it was amazing,” she gushes. “I wasn’t sure about going right before the season kicked off, I was okay waiting a year, but Noah insisted and I’m glad he did. It was wonderful.”
“Has he said any more about retiring?”
She takes a sip of her lemon water and nods. “I think he’s dead set on retiring at the end of next season unless I get pregnant sooner.”