Page 131 of Two Guys One Puck
“Are you worried what your team will think?”
I think it over for a few minutes. “No. I think I’ve proved myself. And we only have a few games left.”
“Your coach won’t care?” he asks, and it’s cute he cares this much.
“No. Are you worried about your team?”
He laughs. “No. They know I’m the best.”
“I don’t think best is what they are saying,” I laugh, trying not to spit out my pasta.
Ktytor glances at me. “Yes, is true. I’m hot, too. You’re welcome.”
“That’s not it.” I’m full-on laughing now but thankfully swallowed.
He fully turns on his stool. “What do you think they call me, ????????”
“They call you a psycho,” I say playfully.
“And they’re right. But you’re such a sweetheart. It almost hurts me to corrupt you.” Ktytor pats my cheek.
“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes, fighting a smile. “I’ve heard you call me worse.”
“Like what? I’m so nice to you.”
“What did you call me… a man whore?”
“Now you’re my man whore. Yes?”
“All yours, and I’m going to take it out on your mouth and then your pretty hole later.”
Lust flickers in his eyes. “I will win the championship and then get fucked by my boyfriend. I can’t think of a better day.”
I growl. “You’re not winning.”
“Okay, ???????.”
“What happened to ??????” I ask because he’s used this new word a couple of times.
“You figured it out. What fun is that?” He grins like an ass.
“I like you calling me Sun.”
“How did you figure that out anyway?” he asks, amused.
“Reddit. And lots of Google searching.”
“You don’t have life, do you?” He stabs at his pasta.
“When I’m determined, I get what I want. And I want to know what the new one means.” I return to my food.
“Is better, trust me.”
I almost laugh. “I don’t trust you.”
“I know, but you have no choice.”
“Why won’t you tell me?” I hate and love his games, but fuck, they make me hard for him. It must be brain damage.
