Page 274 of On His Team

And apparently I fell hard enough that standing in a boring hotel hallway while he fixes my hair feels like the most important place I have ever been.

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip.

“I need to go,” he says quietly.

“Yeah.” I swallow. “You should.”

He gives me one soft kiss. Then another.

When he pulls back, he looks at me for a second longer. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

His brows pull together faintly. “You okay?”

I smile. “Of course.”

He studies me.

I know I am acting weird.

“Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Go,” I tell him. “I need a second.”

“You sure?”

I nod.

He kisses me once more, quick this time, then steps away and slides both hands into his jacket pockets.

The snow globe makes one side of the jacket bulge.

I almost laugh.

“Go win a national championship, Laurens.”

“That’s the plan.”

He starts down the hallway.

One step.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

“Rowan.”

He stops.