Page 42 of Game Changer

“Speak for yourself,” he told her, stiffly. “I am the mature one.” He puffed out his chest and his expression was like that of a teacher scolding his class.

Pretending to be offended she folded her arms and stuck out her bottom lip.

“See?” he scoffed. “That’s hardly mature,” he said chuckling. Her face remained unchanged. She turned away from him, pouting. “Come on, babe!” He approached her from behind and slipped his arms around her waist. Resting his head on her shoulder, he whispered, “You’re really kinda cute when you sulk, you know that?”

No answer.

He tightened his arms around her middle and kissed the side of her neck lightly. “Ok, ok,” he caved. “You’re not immature.” He sighed. “Will you talk to me now?”

Her face broke into a smile, and she turned to face him. She slipped her arms around his neck and licked his nose ever so slightly with the tip of her tongue.

“Hey!” He cried in mock protest. She turned to try and escape, but he had caught her by the wrist and was pulling her back towards him.

“I’m starting to think that maybe neither of us are very mature!” She managed through giggles as he tickled her.

He slipped his hand into hers and pulled her close.

Screw Britt. It’s Lisa I want to be with. And I still can’t quite believe she came all this way to surprise me. Wow!

Sliding his arm around her waist, he said, “You’re walking awfully far away.”

Damn, I want to do things to you, Lisa Millar. Is it acceptable to make a move on you yet?

“Well, Chelsea and Stephanie said hockey boys have cooties!” she told him in her sweetest, most childish voice. Taking one look at his face, she burst into fits of giggles. She tried to slip her arm around his waist, but he pulled away.

“Oh, no you don’t! ‘Cause hockey players have cooties!” He mocked her, sticking out his tongue.

“Now who’s cute when they’re huffing?” she asked him, smiling. As she moved closer, he backed away from her, they both quickened their pace causing him to bump into a lamppost. When he bumped into it, he looked at her, surprised.

Ok, that kinda hurt,he thought as he rubbed his head.

“Gotcha,” she smirked.

Insert cheesy comment here about being too taken with love to care about having smacked my head on a pole.

What the hell is this girl doing to you?

Holding his hands up in surrender, he started to laugh. “Ok, ok, you win!” He offered her his hand. She took it and let him pull her closer. “This time anyway.”

Chapter 12

As they sat eating ice cream his mind wandered. He wanted more and suspected she did too. But it seemed as though neither of them quite knew how to crossover from seven months of being a vague, online “thing” into the “we’re finally standing in front of each other,” physical side of a relationship.

I really don’t want her to think I only want in her pants.

Except, I really, really do want in her pants.

You know she’s probably waiting for you to make the first move, right?

Right.

But, I’m not really sure when that’s ok. She’s here for a short time, what are her expectations? Goddamn you not having the power to read minds. You know you could just, now, prepare yourself for this old-fashioned suggestion, but you really could just talk to her!

Did she say something? You should probably pay attention to something other than watching her tongue work that ice cream…

“Want to try mine?” She offered her cone.

Crap. She totally saw you staring,he felt his cheeks redden and tried to subtly hide his reaction.

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