Neither one of us says anything for a handful of minutes, and when I lift my chin, she’s smiling at me. “Dallas,” she says, and I move for her. I wipe my hand on my jersey, not caring about the mess. I kiss her roughly and sigh when she wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. “You okay?” I ask against her mouth, and she nods. “Nothing about you could ever be considered just okay, and that includes the aftermath of what you did to me. I’m on top of the world.” I blush and kiss her neck. “Such an ego inflater.” “Can I stay in here with you tonight?” Maven asks.
