Play Maker (Wild Card, #4)

by Nikki Hall

He nodded, rubbing his thumb across my wrist. “Good because the more I got to know you, the more I liked you. I wanted to spend all my time with you, and that hasn’t changed. I want everything. Can you handle that?” I nodded, staring down at my lap to try to find the right words. I didn’t want my mouth to mess this up for once. “In my experience, people leave, or don’t show up in the first place. It’s fine when I don’t have any emotional investment. You made it not fine. There’s so much in here—” I stopped to wave my free hand over my torso. “It’s scary and exhilarating and exhausting. What I do and say matters suddenly because if I’m not careful I might hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. I’d do a lot to not hurt you. I’d do a lot to keep you too.” “You don’t have to do anything, Sunshine. I’m yours.” Warmth spread from my chest, and I scooted closer to lay my head on his shoulder. “I’m yours too.” Adam kissed the top of my head. “I know.” I giggled, relieved we’d made it through the conversation. “Cocky.” “As soon as we get home, baby.”