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If Jack Morgan is in love with me already, then there’s a fair chance I’m not far behind him.

There isn’t anywhere he goes that I don’t want to be, and there isn’t a single part of his life that I don’t love.

Smiling back at Darcy, I nod my head, already thinking about the way Ollie is going to freak out when I tell him about tonight. “Yeah, I’m free. Me and my Mulberry will be there.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

KENDRA

Me

So, I know it’s, like, three a.m. in Madrid, but I thought you should know I met Jon Morgan today and had dinner at his house. Well, met him officially anyway. Never really spoke to him much at college.

Ollie

No time is ever inappropriate for these kinds of updates. Literally fanboying over here. Is he a nice guy?

Yeah, he’s a nice guy, a real family man. Though, you’re not concerned about Jack? You know, the guy I’m seeing.

Nah, I’ve already established he’s a good guy. You have no idea how jealous I am right now; you met my hero.

I’m also going to watch the Blades–Scorpions gametomorrow night.

Damn, living your best life, Kend. Dining with Jon, dating his son. Soccer career on the rise.

I’m distracted from my phone when Jack walks into the kitchen, carrying a dark blue folded top, a classic smile across his face. One that hasn’t left since Darcy announced I was going to the game with her.

I set my phone face down on the island since he doesn’t need to see my brother’s unhinged messages.

“What’s this?” My eyes fall to what he’s carrying.

His grin is filled with excitement, like a puppy on Christmas morning.

“You know what’s mandatory when you attend your boyfriend’s game, don’t you?” Jack stops a couple of feet away from me.

Since we got back, he’s had a shower and changed into sweats and a white Blades T-shirt. His hair is still damp, and he smells just like the sheets on his bed. My mouth waters at the potential of me being back in there tonight. He did say that was where he wanted to talk.

I shake my head in response since all my brain is capable of processing right now are thoughts of being wrapped around him.

Jack tips his head to the side. “My jersey. Well, specifically my name.”

Holding it out in front of him, he lets the jersey unravel to revealMorganand his number, twenty-two—the same number Jon played with before he retired.

I stare at the jersey in his hands. I guess this is something every girlfriend would expect to wear, but somehow, this feels like the furthest we’ve gone publicly.

“That’s going to drown me.” I chuckle, a combination of excitement and desire hitting me at once.

He steps a little closer. “Why don’t you test that out now?”

My heart thumps as I look up at him. “Right here?”

He nods softly. “Right now.”

Our fingers brush when I take it and pull it over my head. Every sense is on high alert when the material skims past my nose, and the intensity of his cologne hits me again.

When I pull my hair from the collar and reset my focus on Jack, he’s already twirling his finger around, asking me to do a spin.

I roll my eyes and do as he asks.