Page 95 of No Pucks

He presses his lips to my forehead, drawing me out of my head. “Stop spiraling.”

I glance up at him again, narrowing my eyes. “How do you know I’m spiraling?”

“You’re not denying it, but to answer your question, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’ll have to close my eyes next time I’m thinking about anything.”

He tugs my hair, making me look at him again. “I’m not upset I’m here.”

“How can you even be in my room?” I ask, remembering I have a whole ass roommate who hasn’t come back yet.

“The guys are out drinking since we don’t have a curfew. I have Williams keeping an eye on them. I told him it’s part of his job as the assistant coach.” He gets another hint of a smile, each one feeling like I’ve won something. “One of the reasons I haven’t fallen asleep. I’m going to have to get out of here when they head back.”

“Fuck. I need to see if Wolfe texted me.” I don’t want to move.

“Tell him you fell asleep.” Anthony is full of very appealing bad ideas.

“I don’t want to piss them off or for them to come looking for me.”

“Should we move to my room?”

I don’t answer right away. “Yes.”

He sits up, pushing me with him, but hesitates. “My clothes are wet.”

I laugh, unable to help myself. “I didn’t think that one through.” I push my fingers into my hair, getting out of bed. “I didn’t bring much with me, and you’re a bit bigger than I am.”

He cocks his head, giving me a flat look. “A bit?”

“I’d offer you a robe, but I don’t think this hotel is nice enough. Maybe you should pick better for next time,” I tease, knowing he didn’t make the arrangements.

“Don’t start with me.” He comes up behind me, kissing the back of my neck while he presses against me. “Give me your sweatpants. They’ll have to do.”

I linger for a minute, leaning back into him. He hugs me to him tighter, and I pretend I don’t notice.

I dig through my bag before offering him the sweats. “Better be careful. If you stay hard, you’re going to bust through them.”

He holds them up, looking at me over them. “I think I’m at risk of that, hard or not.” He sighs and pulls them on, barely getting them over his thighs.

I make no effort to disguise I’m watching. I make a circle motion with my finger, wanting him to spin.

He holds up a middle finger. “My room key is in my pocket. Hopefully it’s not ruined, because I’d hate to have to go down to the front desk like this.”

“They are plastic.”

“It might mess with the magnetism!” He collects his clothes and retrieves the key before putting them in a laundry bag he found in the closet.

“Hurry up. I miss you.”

“You fucking cinnamon roll.”

“You’re going to regret that.”

THIRTY

LOGAN

Afew days later I unlock my door, walking into my room, only to get jump scared by someone in my bed. “Fuck, Evander. Can you give a guy some warning?”

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