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“Did he now?”

“Yeah, he’s in his feelings that I haven’t been back to our apartment.”

“We can go there tonight if you want.”

“I don’t want to share you or expose you to that asshole,” I say, brushing my thumbs along her jaw. “Knowing him, he’ll hit on you, and I’ll be down a best friend.”

She giggles. “Stop. He wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Yes, he would,” I say with certainty. “But I will have to introduce you two sooner rather than later so he’ll shut up.”

She giggles, tucking her hands under my hoodie. A hiss leaves my lips at the coldness of her hands as I gather her closer. I kiss her lips, pressing my hips to hers and loving the sigh that my mouth captures from her. Our kisses are slow, sweet, and searching as her taste blows my mind. When she tugs on my bottom lip, my stomach clenches, and my heart slams around in my chest. What if someone else comes along and they’re rewarded with these kisses?

My kisses.

She releases my lips, and I pull back, opening my eyes to see a blissful, wanton look on her face. Her cheeks are warm with color, her lips puffy and swollen from our kisses, and fuck, I want her.

All of her.

Her eyes flutter open, and then she reaches up, cupping my cheek. “You okay?”

I nod, lost in her eyes and the feel of her thumb along my jaw. The fear of rejection is real and taunting me. I hate how that makes me feel, but I trust this woman. I do. Fully. “Cruz asked if you were my girlfriend.”

Her lip quirks at the side, and she brings her other arm up to wrap around my neck. “What did you say?”

I swallow hard, and if she weren’t looking deep into my eyes, I know I wouldn’t have the nerve to say what I want to say. “I didn’t want to assume you were without asking first.”

A full, stunning smile moves across her lips. “Are you asking?”

I squeeze her hips, my heart practically beating out of my chest. I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I didn’t want to put labels on us, ya know? But the whole time I was on the ice, during the ride here, and then when I was watching you read, this irrational fear gathered in my chest that someone could come along and snatch you up.”

She scoffs, her eyes dazzling with mischief. “No one could do that, not now.”

“Not even a dragon with two cocks?” I tease, and the sweetest laugh leaves her lips.

“Okay, you’re right. I take that back. Only the dragon could.”

I grin, gathering her as close as I can without crushing her. “I’m yours, Louisa.”

Her eyes go half hooded as she brushes her thumb over my bottom lip. “I know you are.” I bite her thumb, and she gasps, arching up into me. “Just as I’m yours.”

“So, we’re labeled?”

“Labeled,” she agrees, pressing her nose into mine.

“Good,” I sigh, kissing her lips before pulling away. She lets out a sound of distress as I turn, but I grin over my shoulder at her. “One second.”

“So rude. You label us, and then you run off?” she calls at my back, and I laugh as I walk over to my bag. I grab what I need and then head back to her. Her eyes widen when I hold up a Knoxville Bears jersey with my name and number on it. Her breath catches as I step closer to her, throwing the jersey over my shoulder before reaching for her sweatshirt. I pull it up and over her head, ignoring the fact that her bra is sheer, and toss the sweatshirt onto the desk. I bring the jersey over her head, and my heart soars at the sight of my jersey on her body. It comes to her thighs and drowns her, but she’s a sight to behold.

Louisa in my jersey is the goal I never knew I wanted to score.

CHAPTER 30

Louisa

Ciaran’s jersey may be massive on my body, but for me, it’s a perfect fit.

Just as we are.

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