She snorts a laugh. “Right. Just a quick lil’ trip. Wouldn’t you get fined for that?”
I shrug. “Ah, only if we got caught.”
“Mm-hmm, I’d say you’re all talk, but the thought was nice.” Mia bites at her lip as her eyes dart down to my lips. “I’m happy I’m here, too.”
There’s this pure animalistic need to fuck her right here, right now. The glint in her eyes tells me she very well may be good with that, but we’re pressed for time, and a quick fuck here in the press room is not going to cut it.
Mia tilts her head with this smirk. “Listen, All-star, I brought condoms in my carry-on, but I already broke into your room and left it there. I will, however, gladly make out with you until the game.”
I adore her.
Pulling her tighter to my body, I move a hand to cup her chin and brush my thumb lightly against her lips. I missed these lips and the sass that comes out of them. I’ve missed kissing her.
There’s got to be something about the pure joy I feel being around her. There’s a smile straight up plastered on my face at the sound of her voice. I don’t care if we don’t have sex for the entirety of her stay—I really want to, but I’m happy that she’s here more than anything else.
“What about I take you on another unconventional date?”
“I’d love that, too.”
“Alright, I’ll be right back.”
With a kiss on her forehead, I head back by the locker room where I grab two subs that have been left out for lunch and some water.
We have a little less than an hour before I have to start getting into game mode, but I’m positive there’s already a crowd forming in the stadium, so the press room is as private as we’re going to get.
“Okay, ham or turkey?” I ask as we move over to sit in the chairs.
“Turkey, please.” She holds out her hands, waiting for the sandwich. “I swear, one time you’re going to take me to a very pricey restaurant and I’m going to hate it.”
“You own one of those, Mia. I knew that wasn’t the way to impress you.”
Her eyebrows raise as she gives a bit of a shrug. “Who knew I’m a low-maintenance date type of girl?”
“Hold on to that statement until you unwrap the sandwich.”
“Fair enough.” Her smile threatens to dim as more of the sad little sandwich is revealed, but when she takes her first bite, she hums. “I’ve had worse.”
“The company makes it better.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very cheesy man?”
“No, I’ve gotten boring and too serious before, though.”
Mia’s eyes light up. “Yeah, well, she was very wrong.”
“I’m willing to bet it will be the first and last time she’ll admit that, too.”
Mia nods as she takes another bite. Leaning back in her chair, she turns her body to face me and lifts her legs into my lap. “Okay, All-star, I meant what I said. I’m going to have to learn everything about this sport, so I’ve been watching it every chance I get.”
“My games only?” Not that I actually care. I simply love the fact that she’s wanting to be involved in this major part of my life.
“Of course, only you. Which leads me to two very serious questions to start.”
“Oh boy, this ought to be good.”
“First, who do I need to thank for you being traded to the Blues? I hate to tell you this, babe, but the Seattle red was not your color.”
My head tilts back with a laugh. “Here I was thinking you’d want to thank them because that led me to you.”
