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“You fell asleep,” I say, taking this opportunity to sit up.
“And?” He sleepily rubs his eyes with a yawn.
“And you said cuddle, not go back to sleep,” I say as I head into the kitchen. “Neither of which I wanted to do.”
Luca stands up with a chuckle. “Your lack of understanding around affection is astounding.”
I shoot him a glare as I grab two mugs and pour coffee into them.
He enters the kitchen and watches me. “You’ve got like, one stair left. And it’s an itty bitty baby step. Like not even a full step, you know?” His eyes follow me as I head to the fridge. “Out of all the stairs you’ve climbed, it’s so interesting that this is the hardest one.”
“I just don’t like to cuddle, what’s so wrong about that?” I ask, pouring cream in his coffee.
“I think you’ll like it once you give it a chance.” He nods seriously. “You didn’t think you liked dick until you tried it. This is no different.” He smiles widely. “So climb that last step, Ty. One last push to the finish line so you can pump your fist in the air, yell to the world that you cuddle like a fucking champion, because you are Tyler fucking Roscoe and you–”
“Shut up.” I shove his coffee into his hands.
He takes it, and smirks as he takes a sip.
“You know why I like to cuddle?” he asks.
I look back at him, waiting for his answer and expecting some kind of ridiculous reason why he needs his “tender moments.”
He smiles and steps closer, sliding a hand around my waist. “Because I love you, and I want to be close to you.”
I pause, letting him pull me against him. And as I look into his hazel eyes, a soft smile forms on my lips.
I guess I can try it again.
“Ty, Luca.”
I finish my combo on the bag and turn around to see Max beckoning me and Luca to his office. As I pull off my gloves and toss them on the bench, excitement stirs. He has our opponents for LFA. And I need to know who it is so I can work out what areas I should be training and make a plan for the next few weeks. I may still be in fighting shape from Dallas, but this is fucking Legacy Fighting Alliance. I’m in, and I’m no longer battling anything that could potentially hold me back from my ultimate goal. So I’m ready to fucking win this.
“My god.” Luca hops down from the ring where he was sparring with Seb and removes his gloves. “Fucking breathe, would you?”
I shoot him a look as I make my way to Max’s office, and he follows with a chuckle.
“Hey, guys.” Max smiles as we enter his office, and he closes the door behind us. “Take a seat.”
Luca and I each take a chair, and Max sits across from us.
“Looks like you guys are going back to your roots,” he says.
“You’re sending us home?!” Luca stares at Max with wide eyes.
“What? No.” Max looks between us with confusion. “I mean with your opponents and their fighting styles…”
“Oh, thank fuck.” Luca falls back in his chair and places his hand over his chest. “For fuck’s sake, Max, don’t play me like that.”
Max stares back at him, confusion still written all over his face.
“You were saying?” I ask him, ready to get to the point.
“Yeah.” Max turns to me, then smiles. “You have Jordan Mullen. Grappler.”
I smile. Just what I was hoping for.
“He fought in an LFA event almost a year ago and lost. But every fight since then, he’s won. His background is wrestling, so he’s a strong grappler.” Max leans back in his chair. “But you’re stronger. And now you’re also a striker who knows how to deal with a grappler. That’s a dangerous combination.” He smiles at me.
