Page 95 of Game on, Love
“I thought you said I could start relaxing the moment I got out of the airport,” I snuggled in his jacket a little more, and as he glanced at me, his eyes softened for a second.
“Relax all you want, love. But it’s only a couple hours at most, and you can sleep at a perfectly reasonable time so you don’t wake up in the middle of the night and mess up your sleep.”
I sighed, knowing he was right. “Why are you being so reasonable? My work literally gives me a couple of days offjustfor these situations.”
“They give you time off because you spend your entire weekend working when the rest of them are catching a break or working from the comfort of their home.”
“That is completely beside the point.”
He chuckled. “Okay then, you pick: going to bed a little late today or having to wake up super early for the next week or so?”
“Fine,” I grumbled, though I couldn’t help but smile.
When we reached the next red light, he lifted his hand from my knee and reached behind the back seat. “This should help you wake up,” A couple of seconds later, there was a brown bag with a similar T&L logo printed on it.
I blinked at the bag in front of me, then at him. “You do realise that this is you setting the standard? Like you can’t do this to me now and then just stop.”
His gaze filled with amusement as he replied. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t plan on ever stopping.”
I pulled out the chocolate pastry, the very one that I got when I wasn’t in the mood to try anything new. I’d mentioned it once during one of the evenings that we’d spent going over something from our list, and I’d brought up some coffee on my way back from work, but the fact he remembered that little detail made my heart flutter.
Thinking of the list, I turned my attention from the treat in front of me to theothertreat.
He had this confidence to him, the ease, as one of his hands rested on the steering wheel, as the other one that was bouncing between shifting gears, or on my knee.
“By the way, I think I finally decided on the documentary we can watch for Formula One,” I said. “It was suggested to me on the flight, and I watched the first couple minutes of it before I paused it so we could watch it together and cross that off our list.”
He gave me a sideways glance. “Sure, you want to watch it when we get home?”
A yawn escaped me before I replied. “I actually don’t know how long it is, so… maybe?”
I could check my phone, but I had no clue where I’d put it. As I took a bite of my pastry, Oliver cleared his throat like he wanted to say something and grabbed my attention.
“Actually, we’re forgetting an important thing.”
“Hm?”
“We need to update our bet.”
I looked at his side profile, and maybe for the first time, he was tryingnotto look in my direction.
I frowned, “What about it?”
“Well, for starters, you never actually decided on what you wanted if you won,” He replied. “And I want to take you out on a real date.”
I just lifted my shoulder. “I just thought I’d decide what I wanted from you when I won because by then, I would’ve learned enough about Cricket to actually get you to do something worthwhile.”
He grinned knowingly, like he wasn’t surprised at all, as we pulled up to the house.
As the engine died, neither of us moved to get out. There was an easy rhythm between us, and it was as if we were both scared of losing that once we left the car.
When I realised no lights were reflecting the car, my eyes went to the house. All lights were closed, except for the one in the reception room that was always left on. Spotting a large square-shaped package that was left by the front steps, I tilted my head slightly in confusion. “That’s not exactly the safest place to leave a package on a fairly open street.”
They had a mini iron gate, but literally, anyone could jump over it and squeeze the thin package through the gaps.
“It’s empty,” Oliver chuckled softly, unlocking the car. “The package came just as I was about to leave, and I didn’t want to be late, but I wanted to set it up for you when you got back. So, I left it there to make sure I threw it out when we got back.”
“You got me something?” I asked, and turned to look at him, but he just raised his brows in a way that said, ‘Yeah and what about it?’.When, instead of saying something, a yawn escaped me, he just smiled before getting out of the car.