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“Of course.”
“Why did you come to the game tonight? I know you’re not a big football fan.”
“It was Misty’s first time cheerleading in front of a crowd. I wanted to be there and support her.”
Milo’s eyes dim at my answer. “Yeah. I figured it was something like that.”
My brows crease when he lets go of my wrist and shoves his hands back into his pockets.
“Why else would I have gone?”
He offers me a sad smile. “For me, maybe.” Heat rises to my cheeks the minute the words leave his lips. “I know it’s stupid, but I was hoping that maybe you came to watch me play.”
I chew on my lower lip, at a loss for words.
“You never asked me to come to your games. I just figured you had enough people cheering for you that you wouldn’t miss me being there all that much.”
Milo lets out a low chuckle.
“I’d rather have you there, sitting on those bleachers, than all of Fairhope. Does that answer your question?”
I swallow dryly, feeling the air shift between us. “Okay. Then I’ll come. If it makes you happy, then I’ll be there.”
“You’d do that for me?” His face lights up as if I’d just handed him the moon.
“I’d do anything for you,” I hear myself say, then quickly add, “That’s what friends do for one another. Support them when they need it.”
“Right. Friends.” He lowers his head, staring at the ground as though the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. But his melancholy doesn’t last long. When he looks up again, something mischievous has replaced it. “Friends also hang out, right?”
Where is he going with this?
“Since Sienna had to bail on girls’ night, I could just drive Kody and Paige to the mill and come back to fill in for her. I mean, if you want.”
Me and Milo in my house… alone?
Yep. Not happening.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Probably not, but it’s not the worst one I’ve had tonight,” he says, eating up the space between us.
“What…” I stammer. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I really want to kiss you right now,” he replies, my pulse kicking up a notch when his eyes fall to my lips.
“That would be a terrible idea,” I whisper, feeling every nerve in my body tingle at the thought.
“The worst,” he says softly, lowering his head until our lips are so close, all it would take is for me to lean in and—
The sound of a car door slamming has me jumping back.
We both turn toward it and find Peyton leaning against Amber’s car door, watching us.
The glower she throws our way feels like a slingshot to every butterfly fluttering in my stomach.
“Come on, Loverboy! If you haven’t kissed her yet, you won’t tonight. Let’s go! The night isn’t getting any younger!” Kody shouts from the truck, leaning into the front seat and punching the horn to drive his point home.
“You should go,” I say, placing my hands on Milo’s chest and giving him a gentle push.
