I put a hand on my throat. “I think I’m just a little hoarse from cheering.”
Anton’s eyes soften. “That’s…it means more to me than you know. I’m so glad you’re here tonight.”
He rests his forehead on mine and I say, “Me too. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“Thanks for the gift,” he says in a low tone. “I can’t believe you did that. It totally made my night.”
“You’re welcome.”
I asked Luca to sneak something into Anton’s locker for me—a glass jar full of only red peanut M&Ms, which he always eats before games. Beneath the lid, there was a folded up note that said, All my love, Mia.
“Some of the guys want to go out, but I don’t know,” he says. “I’m kinda beat. And I’m traveling tomorrow.”
“We can just go home if you want.”
He takes my hand, grinning. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing you say that.”
“What?” I pinch my brows together, confused.
“Home. Our home. Where we live together.”
He so damn cute. I still don’t know how I got so lucky.
“I think going home sounds great,” I say. “Maybe we can watch an episode of our show.”
“Perfect. I’ll order in some food.”
I give him a pleading look. “Babe, please. Not chicken.”
He kisses me, looking amused. “We can have anything you want tonight.”
“Nachos. For sure nachos. And ice cold beer. None of that cheap shit, either.”
Anton smiles. “Uncle Dix would approve.”