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“That I have no idea what I’m doing, so why don’t you stop asking me questions and just fucking teach me?”
“You’re doing great, baby. Just like that,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair fractionally.
“Don’t be shy. Let it out,” Hayes murmurs, his head dipping to pepper kisses over my neck and jaw. “I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.”
It’s him…wearing my jersey. The sight does something stupid to my chest, causing it to squeeze just a little bit tighter, as I run toward him. That’s before I see the heart-stopping grin on his face.
“Get a room!” Holden calls out, and I lift my middle finger behind me, flipping him off while pressing another gentle kiss to Hayes’ lips.
Licking his lips, he leans forward and murmurs, “I find it hilarious that every time sex comes up, you think you’re the one who’ll be doing the fucking.”
Instead, Hayes isn’t able to hide his grin from me referring to him as my boyfriend.
“Okay, then yeah, you’re my boyfriend. Happy?” I am, yeah.
“I dunno, I just…” A stupid smile crosses my face, and I shake my head. “I dunno. Anyway, how’s it—” “Oh, my God,” he cuts in, sitting up through the phone screen. “You really like him.”
“Oh, so butter is fine, but you draw the line at body wash?”
now—
“I’m glad you gave me a chance,” I whisper, my hand tightening in his. “I am too.”
Hayes is one in infinity.
“You might as well speak plainly, Mrs. Lancaster. After all, we Southern boys do need things dumbed down for us.”
“New deal. Take the money, move out, end things with our son. If you don’t, we will be forced to put the choice in his hands instead.” Her eyes gleam with venom as she utters, “His future, his inheritance, his trust funds…or you.”
“That’s it, baby. Fucking perfect,” I rasp, my hand moving up to the back of his neck.
“Tonight, when you took me out on the dance floor?” I murmur, my fingers skating over his jaw. “That’s when I knew I was completely gone. If I hadn’t realized I’d fallen in love with you before, I knew it then. Felt myself slipping past the point of no return every time you smiled at me.”
“Kason. Baby. I want you. I love you. Please tell me you believe that.”
“I’m not gonna let you throw away your entire future for me.” “So instead, we have to throw away ours?”
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“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” Camden murmurs, pursing his lips in thought. “Cam, it was in the group chat,” Phoenix tells him, crossing his arms. Camden scoffs. “No, it wasn’t.” “You literally gave the message a thumb-up emoji,” Holden adds with a laugh.
“God knows I can’t live, laugh, love with it in its current condition.”
“Lobotomies are still legal, you know,” Camden offers from where he’s sitting on the couch. “Live, laugh, lobotomy.”
“I don’t know where he is. Other than going lowkey stalker on his ass like Oakley by showing up on his doorstep and banging down the door in hopes he’ll hear me out, I don’t have many options.” I hear Oakley’s sharp cough. “I was going for a romantic gesture, not stalking.”
“Who says stalking isn’t romantic?” Q asks, eyeing his boyfriend before blowing him a kiss.
“You should know, only one of those is from Nix.”
“With the 77th pick in this year’s NFL Draft, the Nashville Nighthawks select… Kason Fuller. Tight End, Leighton University.”
“Your middle name is Richard?”
“Let me get this straight. I just, for all intents and purposes, told my mother to go kick rocks, and you’re wanting to confirm my middle name?”
“Tell me to come with you to Nashville or tell me to go to hell, but please, tell me what you want. You can have whatever it is, baby. Just say the word and it’s yours.” He shakes his head. “I already have everything I want, as long as you come with me.”
“I love you so fucking much, Hayes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It felt too selfish to say it and leave. But, I do. I love you.”
“And if I’m certain of anything, it’s that I’m a better person for having been loved by you.”
“She wants to hear what I have to say,” I whisper, more shocked than anything as I stare at the screen. “They want to set a meeting for next week.”
“Hayes, I love you. You know that,” he starts, his tone low and gentle. “But if we’re gonna be living together until the ripe old age of ninety-eight, I’m really gonna need you to stop interrupting me when I talk. Because you do it constantly.”
“You know I love you too,” I tell him, a playful lilt in my tone. “But I told you the day you asked for a fair catch, that was my hard limit. It’s not my fault you weren’t listening.”
