“Follow us, yeah?” she says to Xander. “I got you a room just in case.”
“Stella,” I warn.
“What? I was hopeful.” She winks, sharing a conspiratorial look with Xander.
“Seriously. You two were in on this?” I sulk, stalking off toward Xander’s bike.
“You’re cute when you’re pissed, Shorty,” Xander points out with a smirk.
“I’m never fucking cute. And if you want to return to London with your balls still attached, you won’t call me it again.”
“You need to get laid. Sooner rather than later.”
“So do you with the number of times you’ve brought sex up tonight.”
“I’m a guy. I always need to get laid, Shorty.”
“Fucking men. Fucking pain in the arse, horny douchebags,” I mutter, much to his amusement, as I pull my helmet on. “Get on then,” I hiss at him when he just stands there watching me.
His eyes lift to something behind me and a wicked smirk appears on his lips.
“Sure thing, Princess.”
I wait for him to throw his leg over before doing the same and snuggling into his warm body once more.
It’s not until he’s backed out of his space that I realise what, or who, caught his attention. Standing like a fucking statue in front of the players’ entrance where there’s a crowd of supporters, including Stella and Calli, is Theo. And he’s staring right at us.
His eyes lock on mine through my visor and a tremor races through me for all the promises of things to come that linger in his dark green depths.
A chuckle rumbles in Xander’s chest as we pass and I slap him once more.
Sometime soon, he’s going to really regret poking the bear.