“Me too, Lacey-Bear.”
“Did you see Thea’s sign?” she asks, and I nod in response.
“Are you in love with her?” she asks.
“I think so,” I say honestly.
Lacey nods. “You should tell her, Uncle Ky, because she loves you lots.”
I set her back down next to Ally and then glide toward Thea. “So, you’re in love with me, huh?”
She nods.
“That’s good, because I’m definitely in love with you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, but we gotta get one thing straight between us if we’re going to be together.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“No more secrets. No more lies. And definitely, no more Adam.”
“That’s a promise I can definitely keep.”
I pull Thea into my arms and kiss her, ignoring the catcalling and whistles from some of my teammates. It’s a damn good thing I know how to balance on blades because when we come up for air, we’re feet away from the bench.
“I love you, Thea. I never thought I’d say those words to someone.”
“I love you too, Ky. Thank you for showing me what true love really feels like.”
I kiss her again and then twirl her around.
They say bad things come in threes, but good things do too. NU won the championship, I potentially have some offers on the table, and I got my girl back.
Today has turned out to be the best day ever.
Thirty-One
Thea
“Say it again.”
I move so I’m straddling Ky’s lap and place my hands on his shoulders. He’s leaning against the headboard, the remnants of his breakfast sitting on a tray next to us. Shortly after we reconciled after the National Championship game, I revealed my plan to grand-gesture-the-shit-out-of-him in a bid to win him back. He was touched but also intrigued as to what else I had up my sleeve, so it’s become my mission to show him just how much he’s loved. Along with the signs at the arena, I’ve also been making him breakfast in bed on the mornings he doesn’t have to rush off anywhere; we’ve had candlelit dinners when he comes back from the bar, and last night I gave him a massage to soothe his aching muscles. I’m still recovering from the aftermath, and now my muscles are aching in the most pleasurable way.
“Te quiero,” I whisper as I leave small kisses over his face. Another of the grand gestures I decided on was saying “I love you” in as many different languages as possible. They started out as little notes left in his pocket or his car, so he could find them and know I was thinking about him. On one occasion, I was running late and missed the opportunity to leave the latest note, so instead, I recorded a message and texted it to him. Ever since then, he starts each day with a request for me to say those words in a different language. Today, it’s Spanish. I know my pronunciation leaves a lot to be desired, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Fuck, Thea, I don’t know what turns me on more, hearing your sexy morning voice whisper sweet nothings to me in any language, or rubbing your sweet pussy against me in those tiny shorts.”
I laugh and exaggerate my movements, causing Ky to moan and chase my mouth for a kiss. I allow him to, but only for a few seconds.
“Easy, tiger. We’ve got a big day planned ahead of us.”
“I’ll be quick,” he promises. His fingers tug at the elastic on my shorts. I kiss him once on the nose then jump off the bed, eliciting a curse from him.
“You and I both know ‘quick’ is not in our vocabulary when we’re in a bed together. But I look forward to continuing this later.” I give him a wink, then strip completely before running into the en-suite for a shower. Before I shut the door, I hear his pained words behind me.
“You’ll be the death of me, Thea Jenson!”