Page 106 of Doc Defence

More cheering went up around the room. This was a bunch of young men who loved to eat and enjoy a few beers.

Frost lifted the microphone to his lips. “I’ll meet you there. I need to do something first.”

He handed the microphone back to Coach Morgan and strode up the steps straight for Hel. The catcalling began again around the room, but she didn’t care at all. He took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“Nice dress,” he growled in her ear, then didn’t give her a chance to answer as he towed her down the stairs, weaving through the players who were all patting him on the back as they moved through them and out of the door.

Frost looked left and right when he got out of the cinema before he spotted where he wanted to take her and tugged her along the corridor until they got to a door marked staff only. He pushed it open and pulled her inside.

Hel was about to protest that they shouldn’t be in the cleaning cupboard but forgot her words when he pulled her into his arms.

“I missed you,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“I missed you too.” Hel didn’t recognise the sound of her own voice. She had never heard herself this breathy before.

“I’m staying.” Frost pulled her closer until she was flush against him.

“If Aiden bangs on the door, I’m going to wring his neck,” she muttered, which drew a laugh from Frost.

“Shall we have our second kiss?” Frost teased.

“I don’t think a kiss when one person doesn’t remember it because they were higher than an asteroid should count,” Hel replied.

“An asteroid?” A surprised snort came out of Frost.

“You were really, really high. I—“ Hel’s words were cut off when his lips crashed into hers. It was better than anything she had imagined in her daydreams after their first kiss.

They clung tightly to each other, and when Hel finally tried to pull away, Frost grumbled his protest and pulled her right back to him.

Hel wasn’t sure how long they had been in the cupboard when a fist slammed against the door, causing them to jolt apart.

“Frost, Hel. We’ll meet you at the pub.” Coach Morgan’s voice called through the door.

“How does he know we’re in here?” Hel whispered to Frost even as she began to giggle.

“He’s a smart man. Although I don’t know why he couldn’t have texted me,” Frost griped quietly. Before he called out, “Yes, Coach.”

“See you later,” Coach shouted back.

Frost confirming their location in the cupboard made her snigger harder until she looked back into his eyes, and her giggling trailed off.

“Hi,” she whispered. Why on earth did she keep saying that? She had a better vocabulary than ‘hi’. She needed to use it. “Should we go?” Hel asked.

“Nope.” He only said one word, and his lips were on hers again.

They stayed in the cupboard for a long time until Frost’s stomach rumbled.

Hel pulled away from him, giggling. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” He pulled her back to him.

She swatted at his chest to stop him kissing her. “For food.”

Frost thought about it for a moment and was clearly about to deny it when his stomach growled, changing his answer. “Yes.”

“Shall we go to the pub and have some dinner?” Hel asked.

His stomach rumbled again. “Yeah. Sorry, I was nervous, all I’ve eaten today is popcorn.”

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