“Fuck. You’re dirty, and I love it, but you’re right. We shouldn’t have sex in the stadium. That’s something Tony would do.”
“Where?”
“One of the break rooms the coaches use.”
“Which one?” Now, I’m intrigued. Public sex – again? Why is the potential of getting caught such a turn on? With Gunner, I’m discovering a whole different side of myself.
“Third door to the left.”
“Hmmm.”
“Focus,” he growls. “Tell me how you made a mistake breaking up with me.”
I place my hands on his cheeks. He’s full of shit, but I do want him to know how much he means to me. “I was afraid I’d ruined your career and everything you’ve worked for. I would hate myself if I did anything to hurt you.”
He raises his eyebrows and gives me a shitty look. “But you did.”
I swat his upper arm. “I didn’t think I mattered that much to you. We were only together for a weekend.”
“A weekend that rocked my world. I’d walk away from it all for you.”
I stop breathing, and all humor drops from my face. “What?”
“Dani, I’m falling in love with you. I knew it as soon as I realized I would walk away from football to keep you.”
He’s falling in love with me. Wow. The butterflies in my belly roll and flutter. Damn it. I’m going to cry.
Thirty minutes ago, I thought I would have to move to another state and never see Gunner again. My heart was broken, and now, all my dreams are coming true.
I swallow as a vision of the entire city coming after me with brooms and pitchforks has my skin crawling. Yeah, so not going to happen.
My eyes narrow into slits. “You will not quit football for me. Don’t ever breathe a word of that again.”
“I studied physical education. You want to marry a P.E. teacher?”
“Nope.” I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. “I fell in love with a hot stud QB. Don’t ruin the appeal.”
He laughs, and I love the light in his eyes. I will do whatever it takes to keep him happy. Then, he sobers. “Nicely decline the interview. You belong here with me.”
“Always.” I nod and offer my mouth to him. How did I get so lucky?
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Chapter Thirty
Gunner
As I hold her in my arms, the anxiety of hearing her say she was planning to leave the city begins to ease. I can’t imagine my life without her.
She thinks I’m full of shit, but I wasn’t lying. It’s crazy and irresponsible, but it doesn’t matter. If she asked me to pick her or football, I’d choose her.
I inhale the scent of her shampoo and hold her tighter. The adrenaline rush of fearing I’d never be with her again and finding out her feelings are as strong as mine has me weak.
I twist the lock of the door and pull the shade down. Not that anyone else is around. Monday’s are our free days after a win. Everyone else is at home sleeping, eating, or getting it on with their lady. I can’t make it that far. Not to mention my sister and niece are at my place and Ashley’s at hers.
“Gunner,” she murmurs. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” She nods her head to the door.
“The best idea I’ve had all day. Babe, I can’t wait to make love to you. I need you.” I walk to the chair and lower down in it.