Page 10 of Two Guys One Puck
I narrow my eyes. “She does not.”
Wolfe is doubled over, crying and wheezing again. “Don’t fucking lie! Just look at her.”
I step to the side and look around the corner to get a better view. She waves at me, and I see it. She looks exactly like him, and now I won’t be able to unsee it. “Motherfucker.”
“SEE!” Wolfe holds on to the counter to keep himself upright.
“Fuck both of you. You couldn’t have just let me have this one.” I scrub a hand over my face.
“Nah, you can’t fuck the enemy, even if it’s only in spirit!” Archangel wipes his eyes.
“Especially if it’s some weird repressed thing about your loss.” Wolfe gets all serious but it’s his drunk serious which means he’s about to say some nonsense. “Maybe he’s cast some Slavic witch spell on you! She might be a siren!”
“Please don’t start. I already have the tarot deck you gave me, which I don’t understand. I don’t need you warding my room again.”
“Do you want to be cursed?” Wolfe yells. “This is serious!”
I sigh, way too drunk to have this conversation. “I’m going to bed.”
“There are other girls!’ Wolfe clearly feels bad.
I shake my head. “I’m over it.”
He doesn’t know where my head has been all night. I go to my room alone, and my phone buzzes.
It’s a Snap alert from Ktytor.
I shouldn’t open the message. Because if I look, I’m going to reply, and I’m way too drunk to make a good decision.
Ktytor: If you think leaving me on read hurts my ego, just remember, I know how you taste.
FOUR
KTYTOR
Frozen Four Championship
Semi-finals.
Ishouldn’t be staring at their bench, waiting for Seaborn to look up, but here I am.
He never replied to my message, and I didn’t send another because I do have some shame. Only a little, though. He didn’t unfollow me, and we both watch each other’s stories. I’d like to think we’ve both stewing in silence, waiting for when we play each other again. And here we finally are.
I want a repeat of our last game, and I’m not sure if that means the fight, the kiss, or both. Which means I need to win the game because nothing will piss off Seaborn more than me outplaying him.There’s nothing he hates more than losing, except maybe losing to me. Which spurred me into a recent practice obsession that was over the top even for me. I’d spent the last two weeks working on my speed and handling so I could get around him easier. A great defender only motivates me to be better, and he is one of the best.
Finally, Seaborn looks up, and I pinky wave at him just like he had at me.
He scowls.
I smile. The thrill of his anger buzzes in my chest, giving me even more energy for the game.Every glare is like an extra little bit of free joy.
Why does his anger taste so good?
“You ready?” Happy asks, putting a hand on my shoulders.
“That’s a silly question. I’m always ready.” I boop his nose.
He wrinkles it, drawing even more attention to his cute little freckles. “Even after…” He gestures his head at the other bench and raises his eyebrows. He’s a little too obvious, but I’m glad he refrains from actually saying it.
