Page 173 of On His Team

“Me.”

His eyebrows lift. “Handling me.”

“I’m not handling you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You are.”

“No.”

I reach for him. “You definitely are.”

He takes my waist. “Maybe you’re easy.”

I gasp. “Excuse me?”

He laughs.

I hit his chest. “You are never getting laid again.”

“That seems unlikely.”

My mouth falls open.

He looks pleased with himself.

I grab the front of his hoodie and kiss him. He kisses me back immediately. It doesn’t go far. Neither of us has the energy. I rest my forehead against his chest, and he keeps his hands on my waist.

After a minute, Rowan kisses the top of my head. “You should go home.”

I look up. “You should go home. You have a game tomorrow.”

“You have forty-eight kids.”

I groan.

He smiles.

“Stop reminding me.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Don’t say that.”

He laughs.

I kiss him one more time. Then he leaves. I finish the last ten minutes of work, drive home, shower, set three alarms, and at eleven-thirty, I am in bed staring at the ceiling.

My phone buzzes.

Rowan: Sleep.

I smile.

Me: Stalking me now?

Rowan: You’re awake?

Me: So are you.