“It’s fresh.”
“But—”
He pecked me on the lips, silencing me in his usual way. “Will you cheer for me today?”
“I’m Switzerland, Rudy. Neutral territory,” I teased.
He groaned dramatically.
“But…be careful.” Something about today was making me feel anxious.
“I’ll try to take it easy with my bunny watching.” I let him sniff my hair and neck, giggling a little. “I don’t want to scare you,” he said.
I snorted, brushing his fringe away from his forehead. “I’m already used to violence.”
He chuckled, then bit my cheek, causing me to squeal. “Someday I’ll eat these pretty cheeks.”
Speechless again, I hid my face in his neck, his amber masculine scent messing with my head.
“I missed you too,” he said quietly, wiping his palm on his shorts before stroking my face. “Hmm.” His eyes traveled over me. “Something’s missing.”
Before I could ask, he yanked off his jersey, sculpted torso outshining the stadium lights, and slipped it on me without warning. “There.”
“Well, then.” I spread my arms, glancing down at myself swimming in the shirt, then looked up at him again.
The proud grin spreading on his face made me laugh. “Much better,” he rumbled.
Sure. Another excuse to stamp his name all over me.
And that’s why he was wearing a shirt—he wanted it to smell like him first.
“It looks good on you, Bunny Doc.”
“What exactly?” I rolled the sleeves up until my hands finally emerged. “Your pack colors, your name, or the fact I’m wearing a camping tent?”
“A little of everything,” he hummed, his languid gaze on me. “You look cute.”
My eyes slid to the thick layer of plastic wrapped around his left forearm. “What’s under there?” I probed it, and he winced.
“A surprise.”
“A new tattoo?”
“Maybe.”
“Is it my name?”
Instead of denying it, a slow, wolfish grin spread across his face before he reached over and poked my nose. “Aren’t you a curious bunny?”
Then something caught his attention, mirth-filled eyes looking past me.
“Oh, look! There’s Big Feet!”
“Who?”
“My dad!”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.