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Lighter.
And… yeah.
Happier.
“You and Sierra are gonna stop being mean to me about that,” I said, sitting back in my chair with crossed arms. “I can’t help being a lover girl.”
“You right baby,” Tatum chuckled, ambling across the room to my desk after he’d finished his stretch. He leaned across, planting a kiss on my waiting mouth. “But it’s okay - you’re on a winning team now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Oh fa sho,” he nodded, straightening his stance. He stood there, with some undeclared sentiment in his eyes that made me feel warm in the chest.
And between the legs.
“What?” I asked, squirming a bit under his scrutiny.
He smiled, then shot me a wink as he turned in the direction of the bathroom. “Nothing,” he called over his shoulder. “Just thinking about the ring we’re gonna win this season.”
Awww, I thought, my mind going first to football.
But… he’d just made the comment about the… hold on… was he…
“Tatum!”
The End.