“Okay,” I say finally. “I’ll ride with you. But I need to shower first.”
His eyes darken. “There’s not enough time for?—”
“A quick shower. Five minutes.”
“That’s not enough time JuJu.”
“Romeo—”
“Five minutes,” he agrees. “But tonight—” He leans down and kisses me. “Tonight we’re revisiting the shower situation.”
He leaves and I sit there trying to remember how to breathe.
Fifteen minuteslater I’m in his Jeep and he keeps glancing at me.
“What?” I ask finally.
“Nothing. Just—you look good in my passenger seat.”
“That’s cheesy.”
“You like it.”
I do. That’s the problem.
But it’s terrifying.
We pull into the facility parking lot and my stomach knots. There are already players arriving. Any one of them could look over and see me in Romeo’s passenger seat.
Romeo parks but doesn’t get out.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Nervous.”
“About what?”
“About walking in there with you. About everyone knowing.”
“They already know,” he says quietly.
My stomach drops. “What?”
“The team. They know about you. I may have mentioned it in the group chat.”
Oh god.
“You mentioned what exactly?”
“That my girlfriend came over last night.” He’s watching me carefully. “That I couldn’t sleep without her. That I’m really happy.”
My girlfriend.
He called me his girlfriend to his entire team.
“Is that okay?” he asks when I don’t respond.
“I—yeah. That’s okay.”
