Chapter 124 For as Long as I Can
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I smile. “Good morning.”
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the bed, and a small smile touches her mouth.
“You still like it?” I ask.
She reaches for it and pulls it closer. “I love it.”
“Put it on.” I nudge her and grin. I can’t help it, I’m dying to see her in it.
Her cheeks go pink. “Now?”
“Now.”
She laughs quietly and climbs out of bed, taking the jersey with her. I sit up against the headboard and watch her disappear into the bathroom. The door stays open a crack, and I hear fabric shifting, then the sink turning on. When she comes back out, my lungs torgen what they’re for. The jersey hangs a little big on her, the sleeves falling past her wrists, my number sitting across her front. I twirl my finger, and she bites her lip as she spins for me. My name is on her back. Right where everyone will see it.
She looks over her shoulder at me, suddenly shy. “Is it okay?”
I’m out of bed before I think about it. I cross the room and take her face in my hands, kissing her and revelling in the way she melts
against me.
“It’s perfect.”
Her fingers curl in my shirt as she laughs. “You’re biased.”
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When we’re all ready to leave, the cars look half packed for war and half packed for a community event, Coats are pulled on, boots thad by the door, Mum counts tickets, and Dad checks his phone again, face calm, shoulders tense, Charlotte stands in the hallway in my jersey and one of Mum’s coats, hair brushed loose over her shoulders. I step in front of her and zip the coat up carefully. She watches my hands.
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