Page 111 of On His Team

Rowan lifts his head. His hair is completely ruined now, and I did that. “We know it.”

“Yeah,” I blush.

“It’s just –– you’re sitting on my lap pretending to use the bathroom.”

I cover his mouth. He kisses my palm. That shuts me up for an entirely different reason. I slowly lower my hand.

“Stop doing things like that.”

“Like what?”

“That.”

“What did I do?”

I stare at him.

He’s smiling.

I climb off him before six minutes turns into twelve and everyone starts sending a search party. In the mirror on the closet door, my hair looks like I’ve been electrocuted.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter.

Rowan leans back on his hands and watches me try to fix it.

“You look fine.”

“I look kissed.”

“You were.”

I just try to fix it.

He laughs again.

I turn toward him. “We’re not telling anybody yet.”

The amusement leaves his face. Not because he’s upset. Because he thinks I’m asking a different question. I realize it immediately.

“Not because of Benson.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.”

I run my fingers through my hair, buying myself a second. “I told Mara.”

His eyebrows rise.

“She doesn’t count.”

He nods like somehow that makes complete sense.

“Lucy doesn’t know.”

That surprises him more. “Really?”