Page 152 of On His Team

Rowan smiles. “Probably.”

“I talk too much.”

“Yeah.”

My mouth drops open.

He laughs.

“You were supposed to disagree.”

“You do talk a lot.”

“Wow.”

He smiles at me. “I like it.” His thumb moves against my hip. “You’re rambunctious.”

I stare at him. “Rambunctious?”

“Yeah.”

“What am I, a golden retriever?”

He laughs.

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, Rowan. Rambunctious is new.”

“It fits.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” His answer comes immediately. “Not at all.”

I study his face. He means it. That warmth comes back, stronger this time. Rowan looks at my mouth. “It’s cute.”

I squint. “My annoying personality is cute?”

His hands slide farther around my waist. “It’s hot, actually.”

I laugh into his mouth, and he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me.

I thought the best part of having an empty apartment would be finally getting him alone again.

It isn’t.

It’s this.

The food containers are still on the coffee table. Love Island is asking if we’re still watching. Rowan is answering my questions underneath me, and we have spent more time talking tonight than doing anything else.

I don’t feel like I need to leave.

He doesn’t look like he wants me to.

Chapter 14

ROWAN

I get back to Hawthorne a little after eleven, and Stanley is the only person still downstairs. The lamp behind the couch is on. A game is playing on the television with the volume low enough that I can barely hear it from the front door, and Stanley has his laptop open across his thighs while he eats cereal from a mixing bowl.