Page 144 of Broken Saint

“You fell in love, bro,” Luca happily points out.

“Your eyes are literal hearts, man,” West adds. “Cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Fuck off,” I scoff, but I find it hard to be irritated by them when Ella’s hand slides a little higher and into dangerous territory, considering we’re surrounded by friends, before she leans in and kisses the side of my neck.

Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and the desire to lift her into my arms and take her to my hotel room for the night has never been stronger.

Fuck.

I’ve never been less focused on an upcoming game in my life.

I should be in the zone. The press fucking love it when West and I go up against each other. It’s usually one of the most electric games of the season, but all I want to do right now is spend the day in bed with my girl.

The conversation changes, and thankfully, the attention turns away from us for a few minutes.

“You having fun?” I whisper, my lips brushing Ella’s ear as I speak.

She visibly shudders.

“So much fun. I missed everyone more than I thought.”

“I think the feeling is mutual.”

Ella pulls back and looks into my eyes. Whatever she finds there makes her smile before she glances over at everyone sitting at our table.

“Just like old times, huh?” she says shifting closer and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Nah, better,” I say, kissing her hair. “So much better.”

She sighs happily, her hand squeezing my thigh again.

“I love you, Colt.”

My heart swells, and it becomes hard to breathe.

Will it always feel this way to hear those words coming from her lips? Fuck. I hope so.

“I love you too, Bombshell.”

My skin tingles, letting me know that it’s not only Ella’s attention on me. But he can wait.

Twisting my fingers in Ella’s hair, I tug her head back enough so that I can claim her lips.

The second we collide, a spark of electricity goes through me.

“Gonna miss the fuck out of you tonight,” I mumble into our kiss.

“I can sneak in after curfew,” she offers.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Bombshell.”

Her lips pull into a smile as she looks at me with a naughty glint in her eye.

There aren’t many things in this world that could keep me from Ella right now. But the threat of Coach’s wrath and him pulling me from the game is one of them.

“Just think about tomorrow night when we’re celebrating your epic win,” Ella whispers, her voice raspy with the promise of what’s to come.

“Mmm…I can’t wait,” I murmur.