Her eyes well up right before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug. I circle my arms around her and hold her close. I pepper light kisses on her neck and then kiss her lips.

“I love you more than anything, Myla. I need you to know that.” I lift and kiss her eyes, her nose, her mouth again. “And I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

Her hand strokes the back of my head as she says, “I know.”

And then she kisses me again, and I can feel her passion all the way to the tips of my toes, but even though she’s here in my arms, holding me tightly, I can’t help but think about how I told her I love her . . . and she didn’t say it back.

Chapter Twenty-Two

MYLA

Present day . . .

I stretch my arms in the air, my back aching as well as the spot between my legs. “Urgh,” I groan as I roll over to the side, my face landing right on Ryot’s chest.

His arm snags me around the waist, and he drags me on top of him so our naked bodies are pressed together, his morning erection nudging my stomach.

“Morning,” he whispers as his fingers glide up and down my back.

I snuggle into his chest. “Good morning.”

“Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I ask.

“You had a lot of wine last night. We were kind of . . . animalistic, especially when I was fucking you against the wall. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m perfect,” I say just as there’s a knock on the door.

“Ugh, fuck,” Ryot says while he tries to get up.

“You have a massive erection. Let me get it.” Laughing, I get up, grab my robe from a chair, and wrap it around my body.

I go to the door, where I find an employee with a cart on the other side. “Breakfast courtesy of Mr. JP Cane.”

“Oh, thank you.” I step aside and allow the man to wheel it in. “Smells amazing.”

“Eggs, bacon, fresh croissants, fruit, coffee, and tea, as well as crispy breakfast potatoes with an assortment of spreads. Enjoy.”

“Thank you. Here, let me grab you a tip.”

He waves his hand. “No, no. Mr. Cane has already generously provided that. You just enjoy and call us when you want the cart removed.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I see the man out and then shut the door behind him. When I return to the cart, I notice a letter. “Ooo, from the bride and groom. Shouldn’t we be sending them things on their wedding day, not the other way around?” I ask as I pluck the card from the table.

Ryot sits up and scrubs his hand over his face. “You’d think so. What does it say?”

I lift the envelope flap and pull out the card. “‘Ryot and Myla. Just wanted to say congrats again on the huge ESPN news.’” I pause . . . oh yeah. I sort of forgot about that. “‘Wish we could do more, but here is breakfast on us.’” I look up at Ryot, who has a panicked look in his eyes. When I set the card down, I casually say, “Well, that was nice of them.”