“Where would you like us to sit?” Monroe asked.
Wells hesitated for a second before he answered. “Would it be too much to ask to sit up front for my fight?”
“Not at all. When do you go on?”
“I’m the third one, so whenever that is.”
“Do you want us to stick around here?”
He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “Nah. I need to finish getting ready, and you're both distracting, honestly. So, go and watch the other two, and then I’ll look for you when I come out.”
“Okay.” Nodding, I walked over, kissing his cheek, and Monroe did the same. The cute and small gestures between them were what melted me the most. Monroe took my hand as Wells started to tape his, and we made our way out of the room. Wells spoke up, stopping us before we exited.
“Save your voice, Kitten. Don’t scream too loud watching me win. I want to hear you scream my name out later.”
My cheeks heated at the declaration, my body tingling at the promise. Wells had once told me he was damaged goods, but as I looked at him over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but fall a little more for the man he was showing me. He might be damaged goods, but so was I, and together we would mend our pieces into something indestructible.