“Taking you with me to the press conference.” My eyes widened in alarm. “But—I'm not—I don't—” I stammered, suddenly imagining all those cameras focused on me, the nobody in leggings and an oversized pullover, clutched in the arms of the undefeated heavyweight champion. “You're perfect,” he said firmly as if reading my thoughts. He pressed a kiss to my hair, his lips lingering there for a moment. "And you're mine. I want everyone to know it.”
