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And then… he kissed me.
And my whole world shifted back onto its axis.
CHAPTER 36
DEVON
Jack loves me.
I love him.
Did I say that or just think it?
Is a kiss enough?
Wait.
So fucking easy to fall in love with.
Those were my words. So yeah, close. And as the kiss lingered, I could acknowledge I needed to do more.
Still, as I thrust my tongue into his mouth—and demanded total surrender—thoughts of declarations of love fled. He’d come here. For me. I had toshowhim how much that really meant to me.
The past few weeks had been torture. I hadn’t answered his texts because I honestly hadn’t known what to say. I hadn’t understood why he was stepping down as head coach of the Grizzlies. I supposed, in my mind, the decision had been made because he had a better—but super-secret—offer. That he was off to a coaching job in the big leagues. Maybe not head coach, but certainly something bigger than the Grizzlies. Whichmeant, unless he was moving to my Vancouver team, he’d be leaving. Which was both abstract and superreal at the same time.
I was still living in a hotel in Vancouver. To me, the discussion of a one-way contract was too much to contemplate. His words overwhelmed. People were noticing me. As I had that thought, I grabbed his hair and pulled.
Hard.
He pressed the heel of his hand against his crotch.
I wasn’t hard. As much as I loved making out with Jack, my head just wasn’t in the game. So I pulled back.
His lust-filled gaze met mine. He smiled sadly. “No, eh?”
I shook my head. “I want, but—” I swallowed. “You said pizza?”
He nodded.
“Domino’s?”
“Sure.” He reached for his back pocket—as if to pull out his wallet.
I chuckled. “I’ve got it. Do you need the bathroom or something? Maybe a shower? I always want to shower after a flight—and you’ve had two.” I placed a hand on his chest. “Thank you. I’ll order us a couple of pizzas.”
“You know what I like.” He rose and shook out his knee.
Guilt consumed me. He’d traveled in a bus to Kamloops, then a flight from there to Vancouver, and then Vancouver to Denver. That involved a shit ton of sitting.
I rose as well. “You okay?”
He waved me off. “Shower will help loosen me up.” His stomach rumbled. “Airline food?—”
I made a face. “For you having endured that, I’ll even order you a Hawaiian pizza.” I made a grossed-out face.
“Pineapple was made for pizzas.”
“I think the Italians would disagree.”
