Page 38 of Pucking Tangled
And he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that.
No use denying it though.
“Yeah, Blondie. Like that.”
He could practically see her pulse drumming in her neck. The curious look in her eyes. And damn it, he could almost smell her arousal. He could tell she was processing his words. Torn between demanding answers, feeding her curiosity. Or running away.
He wasn’t blind. He saw the curious glances. The intense stares. The reactions that each one of his housemates had to Mia. He couldn’t blame them.
Yeah, they’d shared a woman before. But not like this.
Mia was different.
She would always be more than a casual hook up.
Whether she knew it or not, Mia held the power to destroy them all with one little word.
He exhaled slowly. “I can handle a lot of things, Blondie. Awkward tension between my roommates isn’t one of them. But if you need me to pretend? I’m willing to try. As long as you stay.”
Her breath caught, lips parting slightly like she hadn’t expected him to admit it so openly.
“You’re impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head with a frustrated laugh.
“And irresistible,” he chuckled, desperate to restoreeven the tiniest bit of humor to the situation. “It’s okay, you can admit it.”
Mia huffed, but smiled before biting her lip to hide it. “Debatable.”
Waylon checked his watch. “And while I’d love to stay here and continue this…stimulating conversation…I should get moving. There’s a hockey game or something happening today,” he said, picking up his coffee.
“Ah. Right. Better go make sure you’ve got your lucky socks,” she laughed.
“Don’t knock my lucky socks. We made it this far, didn’t we?”
She rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle shrug. “Get out of here. That’s enough of you for the day.”
And despite everything burning beneath the surface, that sasswasenough—for now.
Luca
Jogging down the stairs, Luca was anxious to snag his protein shake and head to the arena.
As soon as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he spotted Mia.
Even when she was standing near the coffee maker, looking like she’d barely slept a wink, she still managed to knock the air out of his lungs.
He felt the slightest twinge of guilt, knowing he was likely the reason why she hadn’t gotten any rest.
“Morning, MiaMoo,” he said with as much brightness ashe could muster. “Please tell me no one used the last of the protein powder.”
Mia jumped like he startled her. “Oh. Shoot. Hi. Good Morning.” She smiled. “There’s a brand new jar in the pantry. It arrived yesterday before everyone got home.”
“Thank goodness.” He sighed in relief and headed straight for the pantry.
He filled his shaker with the powder and water, pretending not to notice how stiff Mia seemed. But of course he picked up on it. He seemed to be in tune with everything about her lately.
He shook the bottle aggressively, keeping his tone light. “Rough night?”
“Rough night. Weird morning,” she confessed.
