Page 46 of You Had Me at Hockey

“What for breakfast?”

“Bacon. Lots of bacon. And waffles.”

“Okay. Then what?”

“Then…a nap. And more sex.”

“Sensing a theme here…”

He grins. “Then I’d play hockey, score five goals, and win the game.”

“Yes!”

“Then go home and have more sex. No, wait. First a steak dinner. Then sex.”

“Priorities.”

“I work up an appetite playing hockey.”

“It sounds like it,” I murmur. Now my head is full of thoughts of sex. Morning sex. Shower sex. I bet Josh is strong and athletic and beautiful…in bed. All wet in the shower. On the living room floor. I am beset with erotic images of naked Josh…

Heat washes down through me and I take a gulp of my chilled wine.

“How about you?”

“Um, me?” I’d tell him I like sex too, except…I don’t know that.

“Your perfect day.”

“You know, that day doesn’t sound bad, actually. Except I don’t play hockey. Obviously.”

His eyes darken. He’s thinking about sex, too. With me. Oh Jesus.

I touch my index finger to my lips. “Maybe instead of hockey I’d like to go shopping. The steak dinner sounds great, though.”

“Seems we’re on the same page about the sex.”

I smile slowly. “Maybe so.” After a weighty pause where our eyes meet and hold…and hold…and I can feel my pulse everywhere in my body, I say, “Okay. What’s something you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time but haven’t done? And why haven’t you?”

Tipping his head back, he frowns. “Jesus. I don’t know.”

“Take your time.”

He flicks me an amused glance. “Thanks.” Then he goes silent again. “Ugh.”

“That bad?” I ask softly.

“Well. I had a friend once who…let me down. I’ve never confronted him about it. I’ve wanted to but I haven’t done it.”

“Why?”

“Never had the chance.”

“Really?”

He drops his head forward. “Okay, I have had the chance, if I really wanted to.” He appears to be thinking, then lifts his head, his jaw set. “I haven’t done it because it doesn’t matter anymore.”

He’s lying. But maybe he actually believes that. I want to ask more, to push him. But I hold myself back. “Something to think about, I guess.”

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