Page 130 of Two Guys One Puck
“Codependent.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. They’ve been best friends since they were kids.”
“Interesting.” Ktytor laughs and tugs at his medal. “At least they are gone, no?”
“Yes.” I watch his hands, glad they look better than the last time I saw him. “What’s the medal around your neck? Is it for a Saint?”
“Yes. My mother gave it to me when I was a boy.” His fingers brush it again. “How did you know?”
“My mom used to wear one. Her and dad’s families are both Catholic.”
“Ah, yes, we are Orthodox. But the lore is the same.”
“Lore?” I laugh. “I guess that works. Who is it?”
“Olga of Kyiv.”
“I don’t know that saint.”
“Sad. She is a saint in Catholicism, too. She is the patron saint of defiance and vengeance. She took over rule for her young son after her husband’s murder and avenged his death quite gruesomely. Her brave spirit is the one my people carry in this war.” His fingers brush over it.
“My mother used to wear Joan of Arc. I have it. I don’t wear it because I’m scared of losing it. May I?”
He waves me forward, and I pick it up, leaning forward to take a closer look.
“It’s beautiful.” I brush my lips over his throat. “I missed you.”
Ktytor threads his fingers into my hair. “I missed you too.”
I kiss and suck my way up to his ear. “We should eat before I fuck you right here.”
“I wouldn’t say no.” Ktytor laughs as I pull back.
“I have a pasta bake in the oven our nutritionist helped me with, and the timer is going to go off any second. I am not letting it burn!” I grab his hand and tug him towards the kitchen.
“Do you think the big goalie and the bitchy one left for real?”
“What? They left?” I laugh, opening the oven to check the pasta.
“Seems suspect.”
“Why?” I get the salad out and stir the sides, overwhelmed by all the steps but doing okay so far.
“The Angel one is too nosy, and the goalie follows his lead.”
“It’ll be fine. We aren’t fucking on the counter.” I wink.
“I thought we had to eat,” he asks playfully.
“We are.” I point at him with an oven mitt before I pull the bake out.
“Looks shockingly edible. I’m impressed.”
I smile even if he’s negging. “Thank you.”
I get a couple of plates out and let him dish his out.
We sit next to each other at the counter.
