Chapter 11
Sebastian
I stand there, frozen by the sight in front of me.
She bought my jersey.
My team jersey.
With my name across her back.
And she looks perfect.
“Shit, I’m sorry. This might be a little too much. I’m—” I stop her before she can finish that sentence.
“No. It’s perfect, Lily. You’re perfect. I was just surprised,” I tell her honestly.
I was already on a high after a good game. Seeing her remove her jacket to reveal my freaking jersey under it might be my favourite moment with her yet.
She lets out a breath, and a beautiful smile takes over her whole face.
“Okay, then. Good. You looked like you’d seen a ghost, so you had me worried there for a second. Everyone told me I made a good choice choosing the player.”
Christ.
The need to kiss her has never been this strong.
The last few days with her have been amazing. Having Lily around is like having a ray of sunshine, even in cloudy London.
And seeing her with my name across her back, so freaking cute and proud, makes me want to march right over to her and kiss her senseless.
I can’t do that, though.
“Who’s everyone?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the longing burning inside me.
“Craig, Monique, and the guy at the store.”
We start walking towards the parking lot, whilst Lily tells me all about her new football friends, as she calls them.
I’m glad to see her make some new friends; she’s a social person, so I’m sure she’ll tire of me eventually and will want to find someone else to spend her time with.
She’s also learned the basics of football, and I curse myself for not explaining more to her before the game. I should have done that and given her my jersey so she wouldn’t have had to spend her own money on it.
I got plenty of them.
But it was a wonderful surprise.
Game day is always hectic, so I didn’t get to spend much time with her today, and I didn’t use the few minutes we had together to explain football rules.
She doesn’t seem to mind, and she took matters into her own hands, asking the people beside her.
I told her she could watch the game from one of the VIP boxes, but Lily insisted on staying in a regular seat.
No wonder she wanted to do that.
It would be harder to socialise with hardcore football fans from a VIP box full of celebrities, wives, and kids.
No, she’d rather be together with the rest of the fans, cheering us on whilst wearing the team merchandise.