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My entire body stills. “Do you want me to leave?”

She answers instantly. “No.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Then why would I?”

She shrugs against me. “I don’t know. I figured you might have somewhere else to be.”

I pull back enough to look at her. “Nicole, when I’m with you, there is nowhere else I want to be.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You’re going to have to get used to me.”

She smiles. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

I pull her closer again. Because whether she realizes it or not, I’m already planning how to make this work. The secret. Her dad. The press. Whatever else gets in our way. I’ll deal with all of it. As long as I get to keep her.

CHAPTER 18

NICOLE

I shove Guy awake.

I’m still naked, but I jump out of bed and grab the first T-shirt I see and pull it over my head. I run to the windows by the front door and look out. Sure enough, the moving truck is already sitting outside. Damn. I run back to the bedroom. “Guy.” I shove his shoulder again. “Get up.”

He raises his head slowly and holds one hand out toward me. “Come back to bed. You know I like waking up with you next to me.”

My heart does a stupid little flip even though I’m panicking. I grab his hand and tug. “You have to go. You have to get out of here.”

That wakes him up. “What’s wrong?”

I throw a hand up. “My dad and some of the guys are going to be here any minute. You have to go.”

He’s alert now, but he seems completely unfazed by the fact that my dad is about to show up at my apartment and find him naked in my bed. “Guys? What guys?”

I grab his clothes from the floor and throw them at him. “Your teammates. They’re helping Dad move my stuff in. I can’t believe I didn’t set an alarm. The moving truck is already outside, which means my dad is probably two minutes away. You have to go.”

Guy starts pulling on his jeans. “What the fuck are they doing here? We don’t need them. I’ve got this.”

I roll my eyes. “My dad asked them to help.”

He shoves his thumb against his chest. “Well, he should’ve asked me.”

“Guy.”

“I would’ve moved all your stuff.”

“I know you would have, but right now I need you to move yourself.”

I shove him toward the window. He stops and looks at me. “You are not seriously pushing me out a window.”

I groan. “My dad knows we’re seeing each other, but he doesn’t need to know everything.”

He shakes his head. “He’s not stupid.”

“I know that. But there’s a big difference between knowing we’re dating and finding you half naked in my apartment at eight in the morning.”

Guy looks like he wants to argue, but another truck door slams outside. I push the window open. “Go.”

He puts one leg through the opening and then stops. His eyes move down my body. “You’re not going out there like that, are you?”