Page 67 of Scoring Chance

I slid in across from Amelia and smiled up at the woman. “I’m sorry, Tina. We’ve been busy.”

She pursed her lips but didn’t comment. “I’ll go get your waters.”

Amelia giggled once we alone. “I have a feeling we’ll be asking for forgiveness for a while.”

I nodded over the menu. “Evidently we can’t go longer than a few days without eating here.”

She beamed. “I have no problem with that.”

Coming here more often with her? Yeah, I wouldn't mind that either.

After we ordered, she leaned forward with a very serious expression. “I have a question for you.”

I was a little nervous but leaned forward and nodded.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

I couldn’t stop the grin that took over my lips. “Only if you’ll be my girlfriend.”

She looked up, pretending to think about it. “Okay. Deal.”

I let out a contented sigh. I’d missed how easy it was to be around her. I couldn’t believe I’d come so close to losing her because I was too afraid. I’d thought I didn’t want to push her, but I realized I also didn’t want to push myself out of my comfort zone. It was hard enough facing the rejection of the team, I wouldn’t survive hers. I’d been scared to lose what we had. As much as I wanted to be in a romantic relationship with her, I was willing to take whatever she gave me.

“Can I ask you something?”

She popped a chip in her mouth before nodding.

“Can we promise not to hold back again? If either of us wants to ask something, we’ll talk to each other.”

She swallowed and smiled. “Yes, please. It’s so easy to talk to you and I don’t want to lose that, but that has to go both ways.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” I reached for a chip at the same time as her, and she swatted my hand out of the way, taking the one I was going for.

“That was rude.”

She giggled. “I’m your girlfriend now. You can’t get mad at me.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

She nodded emphatically. “Oh, I’m positive it is. It also means that what’s yours is mine.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I think that comes with marriage and it works both ways.”

She shrugged. “Fine you can borrow my sweats and hoodies too.”

I groaned and let my head fall back. “Or you can just keep some clothes at my place.” Honestly, the thought of her in my clothes made my heart race almost as much as it had when we kissed. She could have anything she wanted if it meant she was with me.

She pursed her lips and picked up a chip waving it as she spoke. “Nope. Not going to work.”

I pulled the salsa toward me, keeping it out of her reach. “Are you sure about that?”

She eyed the bowl then me. “Give it back.”

“Agree to not steal my clothes.”

She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. I mirrored her until we were hovered over the middle of the table. “Never.”