Ten years. This is what I’ve been missing. I let her get away once. Didn’t tell her how I felt when I had chance after chance because I had this idea in my head of how things needed to go.Because it wasn’t the right time. We were too young, too far apart, had too many thing we both needed to accomplish.
I won’t make that mistake again.
“Be mine,” I whisper against the crown of her head.
Her body shakes with quiet laughter against me. “Thought we just established that I already am.”
“Be my girlfriend. Officially.” My palms sweat and my heart hammers away in my chest. I know what tonight means to me, but what if it means something different to Indie? What if she was caught up in the moment when she agreed to be mine?
“Your girlfriend?” Her fingers draw little circles over my chest.
“Yeah, baby. I know you’re going to say that your life’s in LA and that you’re only here temporarily. There’s so much we don’t know about each other after all these years apart, but I missed my shot once, and I won’t miss again.”
“Actually,” she says, her voice light and lilting, “I was going to say yes.” She looks up at me, bee-stung lips curving in the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen, and skims her fingers across the stubble on my jaw. “I just couldn’t resist saying it. Your girlfriend.” Her laughter is bright and beautiful. “Never thought I’d be able to call myself that.”
I’d like to call her something more than that, and I will, if I have my way, but I can’t get ahead of myself.
Running my fingers along the length of her arm, something frantic in me calms. “Me neither.”
She grins at me. “So, boyfriend, how long do you need to rest before you make me yours again? Unless you’re too tired after the game.”
My dick stirs, ready to rise to the challenge, and I roll us so Indie’s the one on her back and I’m looming over her. “Oh, baby, I’ll never be too tired for you.”
thirty
INDIGO
Burrowingmy nose in the neck of Sebastian’s hoodie, I take what I think is a discreet sniff of the fabric while he drives. It smells like him. Spice and musk. Home.
“You sniffing my sweatshirt, Rosebud?”
Okay, not so discreet.
Sebastian glances over at me with a very self-satisfied smile. His forearm muscles flex when he turns the steering wheel, and the way the morning light hits his golden skin, it’s like the sun is as infatuated with him as I am. He’s dressed as casually as me, though he’s not wearing last night’s jeans and panties the way I am.
Next time, I’ll know to bring an overnight bag.
God, I can’t believe there’s going to be a next time. How is this real life?
“It smells like you,” I reply, shrugging in the oversized hoodie. He’s so much taller than I am, I had to roll the sleeves several times, and they’re still long. I kind of love it.
“Good. You can sniff it when you miss me while we’re gone for the away game.” He reaches over the center console and rests his palm high on my thigh and smirks when I squirm.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You sound pretty confident you’ll win in one.”
“I am. I’m not letting anything through. Want to come home to you as quickly as possible.” His fingers trace maddening lines on my inner thighs. “Can’t leave my girlfriend alone for long.”
A jolt of pleasure zings up my spine at the word, and I savor the novelty of it. I’m going to breakfast with my boyfriend. The boyfriend I’ve been secretly in love with for so long, I don’t remember how it feels not to love him. Only now, it doesn’t have to be a secret.
Not that I’m ready to sayI love you. It’s too soon for that, even with our history. Still, we’ll get there. We have to. The last ten years can’t have been for nothing.
“You look good in my clothes, sweetheart,” he says.
“I’m not giving this back. You know that, right?”
Bash chuckles and squeezes my thigh. It makes my lower belly flutter. “Steal as many of my hoodies as you want.”