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“What? No.” He pulled back, resting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m the one who said those terrible things.”
She blinked. “You didn’t—”
“Yes, I did. I said that nothing between us has changed.” His grip on her shifted, and he ran his thumbs over the skin on her bare shoulders, slipping under the thin strap of her nightgown. “That’s not true. That was a lie.”
She swallowed hard, her heart skipping a couple of beats. His eyes held a warmth inside them that threatened to set her on fire. “Wyatt…”
“I promised to never lie to you, and I broke that promise.” He stepped closer, the toes of his sneakers touching her bare ones. “I think about you all the time, Kass. Even when I’m not with you. Your laugh. Your hair. Your touch. The way your eyes light up when I say something funny. And then I spend hours trying of think of something funny to say next time I see you so they light up again. You’re always on my mind. Even when I sleep…I dream of you. In my mind, it’s all Kassidy, all the time. I only have one channel.”
She didn’t say anything.
To be honest, she was incapable of speaking.
“I’m still not ready to slap a label on us, or to change the
fact that football comes first in my life and always will…” He flexed his jaw, locking eyes with her again. “But things have changed. You changed me, and I think I’ve changed you, too.”
She licked her lips. “You have.”
“I’m sorry I’m an asshole who can’t admit when someone in his life means something to him, but I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that, for the first time ever, football isn’t the only thing on my mind.”
And that right there?
Was more than she could ever have hoped for.
“I think about you a lot, too. When I’m awake. At work. In the shower. Brushing my teeth. In my head, it’s all Wyatt, all the time.” She lifted her chin. “I like you. A lot.”
He rested his forehead on hers. “I like you a lot, too. I don’t want to ruin this. Don’t want to hurt you. But I also don’t want to lead you on. Football is my life. It’s always—”
“I’m aware of all this,” she interrupted, brushing her lips against his. “I’m not asking for more than what you’re already giving me. I’ve never asked for more from you, and I never will. I’m happy with you just the way you are.”
“But you deserve more.” He hesitated. “Maybe that other guy can give you more than I can.”
She tipped her head to the side. “What other guy?”
“When I got to the flower shop, you were with someone. He was hugging you…and he kissed your cheek.” He stepped back, rubbing his jaw. “I assume you’re seeing him, too?”
Her jaw dropped. “No. God, no.”
He continued as if he hadn’t heard her, and started pacing. “The idea of another man touching you makes me want to kill someone. I’ve never been jealous before, but with you, I am. When he hugged you… I guess what I’m saying is, I’d like you to be exclusive with me while we figure this out. Unless you like him more. Unless he can offer you more than I—”
“Wyatt.”
He broke off, his cheeks red. “Yes?”
“I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else.”
He hesitated. “You don’t?”
“Not even remotely.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, her mind spinning a million miles a minute because, if she wasn’t mistaken, Wyatt had just asked her to be his kind-of-sort-of-girlfriend. “That guy? He was my ex. The one I told you about. His girl left him, and he wants me back.”
He stiffened, rage coloring his eyes a darker blue. “What? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope,” she said, tongue in cheek.
Pointing a finger at her, he took a step closer. “If you even think about getting back with that pompous, vain, prissy asshole—”
“I don’t want to,” she said, smiling because she couldn’t help it. Wyatt was jealous. She tiptoed her fingers over his chest and down his abs. They jerked under her touch. “But even if I did, there are things you could do to persuade me to stay with you instead…”
