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“Good. I’m going to kiss you again because I want to. Then I’m going to go home and text you to let you know I made it because if I don’t, I know you will text me, and I don’t want you to worry.”
“Thank you.” She leans in, pressing her lips to mine before I can follow up on my promise.
I press against her harder, turning her until her back is against the wall. She presses her tongue against my lips until I open for her. I let her lead the kiss, loving the way her hands begin to wander over my chest and shoulders. I know I need to stop this before it goes too far, but it feels so damn good.
A throat clearing has me breaking away.
“I think it’s time to say good night, Lyla,” Will says from the archway into the living room.
“Good night, Wyatt.” Lyla looks up at me, cheeks red and lips puffy.
“Good night, my love. I’ll see you soon.”
I press a quick kiss to her nose before I let myself out.
This is all I have wanted. A night with my girl and the things that make her happy.
fifteen
“How long until you leave for the game?” Will asks.
“Cora should pick me up in an hour,” I tell him as I set a plate off to the side to dry.
“Shouldn’t you go get ready then?”
Turning, I raise a brow. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“I don’t know, don’t girls typically dress up for games and shit?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.
I tip my head back and laugh. “I’m sure some do, but in case you weren’t aware, arenas are cold.”
Before he can say anything, someone rings the doorbell.
“I’ll get it.”
He turns and heads to the door before I can say anything. A few seconds later I hear muffled voices.
“Did we get a delivery?” I yell.
“Surprise!” Cora says as she comes into view.
“Hey, what are you doing here early?”
“I thought I could help you get ready?”
“I told you girls dress up for this kind of shit,” Will yells from the living room.
Cora raises a brow while I roll my eyes.
“Ignore him. I know I do. What do you mean, ‘get ready’?” I ask.
“Okay, I need you to hear me out, and be open minded, okay?”
“Okay…” I say hesitantly.
“We should probably go to your room first.”
That is not easing my anxiety.
