Page 61 of Not the Puck Bunny

“Hey, you still awake?” Cam whispered several hours and three long movies later.

“Mmmm, yeah.” I blinked a couple of times and sat up to stretch. The credits were rolling down the screen. “Why? Was I snoring?”

He chuckled. “No, you just seemed really relaxed. I wasn't sure if you were enthralled in the movie, or asleep with your eyes open.”

“Enjoying the movie while being half asleep?” I suggested.

I was definitely relaxed. I tried, but I couldn't remember a time when I felt more so. The only thing that existed for the last few hours was Middle Earth and the warmth of Cam's body beside mine.

Rafe and Jacoby were sitting with their heads together, both snoring softly.

“They really are cute,” I whispered.

“If any of the guys on the team fell asleep like that…" Cam started. A sly grin was tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes shone with mischief that made my heart flutter and melt a little more.

The more I got to know him, the more I realized his grumpy mask was just that, a mask. Underneath that, he was a sweet, playful, fuckinggorgeous guy who I was quickly becoming very attached to.

Part of me was terrified, but the rest of me was like a flash mob, dancing and singing with joy. Also like a flash mob, I didn't know where they'd come from, but I was loving every minute of it.

I smiled. “I know where they keep their Sharpies.”

I grabbed his hand and led him out of the room and into my friend's kitchen. Like most people, they had a junk drawer they threw all sorts of random things into. Old batteries, several halves of different colored crayons, a few bottle caps, a bright pink dildo, and a sticker that declared, 'Lowball Bay, Ball capital of America.' And a couple of Sharpies.

I handed one to Cam and we crept back to the media room. Sharpie in hand, I knelt in front of Rafe and carefully drew a mustache across his upper lip. The kind that curls elaborately at the ends.

Cam was giving Jacoby a slim mustache, and a matching, triangular beard.

I pulled out my phone and took a quick photo of both of them before pushing it back into my pocket. I'd never share that with the world, but it would give us all a giggle later.

When they washed it all off and forgave us for drawing on them.

“If you're doing what I think you're doing, you're so fucked,” Rafe said without opening his eyes.

I giggled and put the top back on the Sharpie before Cam and I sneaked back out of the media room and slipped quietly out of their apartment. We closed the door behind us and ran, hand-in-hand, before either of them could come after us, throwing cold, buttered popcorn at our backs.

We laughed all the way down to the ground floor, in the elevator, and out to Cam's truck.

“Are they really going to be pissed off?” he asked. He didn't appear to be worried.

“No, but they may try to prank us back,” I said. “I advise you not to fall asleep in front of either of them. You may end up with your head shaved, or worse.”

“That wouldn't be so bad,” he said. He ran a hand over his head. “I could use a haircut.”

“It's the 'worse' I'd be worried about,” I said. “People have been known to drink with them and wake up with a strange tattoo. One time, it looked suspiciously like Rafe's face. To be fair though, that guy deserved it. He changed all of the sugar in their apartment out and replaced it with salt. If Rafedoesn't get his morning coffee, he will plot vengeance until the end of time.”

“No offense to him, but I don't want his face tattooed on me.” Cam placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. “I wouldn't mind your face tattooed on me.” After hesitating, he added, “Or your name.”

His words drove the breath right out of my lungs. They were matched by the look in his eyes. No one ever looked at me like that before. Open, honest and soft. A direct contrast to the man he was out on the ice. That man would swing a punch without thinking twice, but this man was something else.

“Cam…" I whispered.

“Andi, I'm falling in love with you,” he said.

I swallowed hard. “I'm falling in love with you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cam

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