Page 92 of Wild Ever After
“I better go,” I say, when the action starts back up on the ice. “Can I come back another weekend and see you?”
“It’s your home,” she says. “You’re always welcome here.”
I hang up and take my seat next to Scarlett.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“You don’t look convinced.”
“Do you consider home to be your parents’ house or Leo’s now that you live together?”
“Leo’s house.” She smiles. “Why?”
“My mom called her house my home, and it was strange. I don’t feel like that’s my home anymore. I guess I haven’t lived there in so long anyway.”
She bumps her shoulder against mine. “It isn’t the house. It’s Declan. He feels like home to you now.”
* * *
After the game, Jack has a party at his house. Declan and I drive straight there, and it’s already packed.
Declan guides me in front of him with a hand on my lower back.
“Who are all these people?” I yell over the music.
“I have no idea and I don’t care.” He pulls me backward into a corner of the living room and presses into me. His lips are on mine before I realize what he’s doing.
I wrap my arms around his neck and smile into the kiss. His hands slide into the back pockets of my jeans and his fingers dig into my ass as he draws me tighter against him.
“Someone is feeling frisky.” I nip at his bottom lip. “Are you always like this after games? Because I think I just found a new appreciation for hockey.”
“It isn’t hockey.” His mouth slants over mine and he lets out a little growl. “It’s you.”
“Me?” I ask, when we pull apart a few seconds later. “You didn’t greet me like that this morning.”
“You wearing that hat with my name and number on it, cheering me on.”
My fingers lift to touch the beanie still on my head. “How do you know I was cheering?”
“Just a guess. Were you?”
“Maaaybe.” I draw out the word. I definitely was. It turns out, once I stopped freaking out about the lies we’ve spun and how they could hurt the people he cares about, I’m not that different from Scarlett when it comes to cheering on my man.
He lets out a low, deep groan. “I knew it.”
“You looked real good out there. I got a little carried away.”
“I’m about to get carried away here.” One hand moves from my ass and slips under my shirt. His fingers leave a trail of goosebumps as they move up my spine and then wrap around the back of my neck.
“You know, we do live like a hop, skip, and a jump down the road.”
“Can’t wait that long. Come on.” He’s walking again, dragging me along as he weaves through people until we reach a closed door. Pushing it open like he lives here, he flips on a light and then shuts the door, pressing me against it.
Bookshelves grab my attention as his mouth descends and covers mine.
“What is this room?”
