“Block his number, please.”
She laughs harder, and I smile down at her.
When she pulls away, she simply looks up at me in awe. “I love you.”
I feel my eyes slightly bulge before a heat runs down my entire face, and her eyes light up at something.
“You're blushing,” she whispers, and I don't even bother to look away.
“You should only say those three words for the rest of the day.” I practically beg.
She breaks into a laugh, and I pull her into my embrace.
“I wanted you to open up to me, and you have,” she starts. “I had to ask about your mom and therapy, but you told me, and you added a bit about your dad on your own.” She gestures to her phone. “And you didn't lose it on your coach even though you hate when people yell at you. I asked you to try, and you are. You're also clearly doing this for yourself, which I think is very important.”
My face hurts from how hard I'm smiling. “That last part sounded like my therapist.”
“I think I like her.” She holds her head up as she looks at me more seriously. “Thank you for becoming the better I deserve.”
She closes the distance between us, and I want to kiss her forever, but she pulls away. “What are you going to do about your game?”
I shrug in response. “My team will be fine. Plus, I don’t even like them.”
She softly shakes her head. “You don’t like anyone.”
“Nope. Just you.”
She laughs again before I bring her in for another kiss.
Chapter Forty-Two
Sage
Ilet out another squealbefore pulling my brothers in for a hug, and they fill the room with their laugh. They arrived in Italy two days ago, but I’m still excited that they’re here. I knew they would be here, especially since my first show as an official Moore Girl is tonight, but I missed themsomuch.
“Can I please get a sneak peek at what you’re wearing tonight?” August begs once again.
“No!” I let out a laugh at how persistent he is. The minute I told him I’d be in this show, he wanted to know the theme, what color I’d be wearing,whatI’d be wearing. August is hands down my biggest supporter, and I usually always give him hints as to what I’m modeling, but I want tonight to be a surprise.
Sire laughs when his shoulders slouch. “It’d be better not knowing,” he reassures August.
“Let’s place bets on what color she’s going to be in!”
We turn to Lis on the bed, and I shake my head at her with a smile. I don’t say it, but I’m certain she also has a gambling addiction.
“Five thousand dollars; she’s in white.”
I am.
“You don’t have five thousand dollars.” Sire covers his word with a cough, and when Lis throws a pillow at him, it hits him dead in the face, and we all break into a laugh.
I flop next to Vidia on the couch before leaning my head on her shoulder, and she wraps an arm around me. She and Hazel, of course, came with my brothers, and I realize how much I also missed them.
When someone knocks on my door, August rushes to get it, and I don’t exaggerate, he actually runs, and I’m not sure why he does, but I burst into a laugh watching him race against no one.
He opens the door wider and two people walk in with our crates of food. We didn’t have time to go to the restaurant downstairs since the girls are still getting ready so we ordered room service and a part of me is glad we did.
With my first show as a Moore Girl being tonight, I really didn’t want to eat, mainly because of nerves, but I had to force myself to eat breakfast this morning. I wanted to throw it all up but refused to. Everyone in the room with me has been such a great distraction, though.
