Page 30 of Full Court Love

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Page 30 of Full Court Love

Kya is sitting on the couch when I walk through the door. She stands up and wraps me in a hug, although her little arms can barely reach up to my neck. Her red hair is in a messy bun that tickles my nose.

“Welcome home, Luce. We missed ya!”

I give her a tired smile. “I missed you guys too. And my bed. I really missed my bed.”

I take a step toward my room. Kya stops me and gently pushes me toward the stairs.

“Don’t kill me, but before you go collapse, there’s a box of stuff you need to go through. KJ went on a cleaning spree and wants to donate any of the gear we don’t want anymore.”

I groan. “Please don’t make me.”

“It’ll be so quick. I promise.”

Shuffling slowly, I descend into the basement. Why did they have to pick now, of all times, to get rid of stuff we’ve had down here for over a year? It’s not like it was bothering anyone.

I turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs and gasp.

Our basement has been transformed.

I’m staring at an at-home movie theater setup that looks like it was pulled right off Pinterest.

There are white twinkling lights lining the walls, a projector is set up and paused on the opening scene of the firstHarry Pottermovie, and the vast majority of the basementfloor is covered in pillows and blankets. Did my roommates do all this?

Then the answer appears. Jordan steps out from the basement storage closet holding a basket of snacks–great move on his part–and a coffee–even better move. He has a sheepish smile on his face, and it’s cute as hell.

I’ve never seen him look unsure like this before.

It’s actually a good look on him–but then every look is a good look on him and I should probably be more focused on the fact that he’s in my basement trying to feed me. Wow, it’s like someone has been reading my dream journal.

You know, if I had one.

A super-sexy guy waiting to cuddle me (I hope) and give me all of my favorite foods. That’s got to be a top-five dream. My expression must be betraying my not-so-wholesome thoughts, and Jordan’s face relaxes ever so slightly.

“Welcome home, Lucy. You need to stop me right now if I misread the signals.”

My face breaks into a smile, and I give a small shake of my head. He continues with more confidence.

“You said I need to work harder for you, and you’re right. So, would you like to go on a date with me? Preferably right now?”

I scrunch up my face as if this decision warrants any consideration beyond an overeager yes. I can’t even pretend to hesitate, though. “I’d love to.”

“Perfect.”

He stumbles across the mound of blankets like a baby deer learning to walk, barely keeping the coffee upright in the process. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I try not to laugh. Upon reaching solid ground, he attempts to lift his arms up like a gymnast landing a flip.

After applauding, I snatch the coffee from his hands.

“10/10 performance and 10/10 for remembering coffee. Veteran move.”

I start guzzling it down without breathing.

Jordan’s eyes widen. “Oh, wow. I thought I was going to have to pitch to you that just this once, you could justify drinking coffee this late so we can watch a movie and hang out, but never mind.”

I look up from the cup and give him a satisfied grin. “I will drink coffee anytime, anywhere, for any reason.”

He points at me with a bemused expression. “Noted.”

He then settles into the blanket canyon and pats the spot next to him. I snuggle in as he unloads the box of snacks. He has enough for an army. Chocolate, gummy worms, popcorn, chips, Oreos, and even beef jerky–basically all my favorite things.




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