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My willpower sure is taking a beating right now.
Locking my fingers around each of her wrists, I pin her hands to the wall with a growl. “Behave yourself or I’ll have to bend you over my knee later and give you a birthday spanking.”
Oh, she likes that.A lot.Her teeth claw at her lower lip and a heated blush colors her cheeks.
“Sounds more like an incentive than a threat.”
“Whatever gets you off, cupcake.”
She laughs and then the laughter fades to a sigh. “You didn’t have to do all this. You’ll be picking up fallen flower petals for weeks.”
“Anything for you.” I kiss the tip of her nose and release her wrists.
She lays her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her.
“But thank you anyway,” she says, somewhat sleepily. “Thank you for today.”
I rub her back and press into the warmth of her body. “Stay here with me tonight.”
“Okay.” She yawns. “But I have to take Robert home later. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him. He’s a huge fan.”
“Stop, I’m glad you brought him. I’ll go with you to take him home later.”
She nods and yawns again. “The sofa in Lita’s room isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep.”
My hand moves up to massage the back of her neck. “You’ll get some rest tonight. After I’m done wrecking you. Then you can sleep in tomorrow morning and I’ll serve you breakfast in bed.”
She sniffs and raises her head. “Why are you so nice to me, Conner Wiseman?”
There are a lot of ways I could answer that question. Some dirty, some sappy.
“Because I need a date.”
“A date for what?”
“The team banquet next Friday. They make a big deal out of it every year, kind of an unofficial kickoff to the pre-season. Take the night off from the club and come with me.”
“Friday.” She twists her mouth and I can tell she’s still not sold on the thought of being scrutinized by the public, which will be inevitable if she shows up at the team banquet on my arm.
But I’m selfish. I want to show her off.
I also want her to understand that I’m not just screwing around. I’m in this for more than a good time. And I’m not so enlightened that I won’t slap a label on her ass and dropkick any fucker who tries to get in the way. A red carpet event feels like a perfect time to settle the question for anyone who wants to know.
Grazing my knuckles over her delicate cheek, I switch to a serious tone. “Please come with me, honey. Let the world know you’re my girl.”
Haven’s head drops. I could swear she stops breathing for a few seconds. With a soft exhale, she raises her eyes and gazes soulfully up at me. There’s something stripped and bare about her expression right now, like I’ve just been given the gift of seeing her at her most vulnerable.
My mind answers with a muted echo, a deep, troubling impression that an important link to this moment is buried somewhere inside. This feeling isn’t unusual and often I can’t find the reason. It’s just a side effect of losing chunks of your memory.
Her eyes grow soft. “Of course I’ll be your date.”
I take her hand and press it to my lips. I can play the part of a gallant knight when it counts.
She threads our fingers together and smiles.
Someone has flipped on the sound system. Vintage heavy metal. Must be Micah.
“Let’s get back in there before they get the wrong idea.” I wink and turn the handle of the door.
