Page 115 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“There’s this event at the arena. The Wildcat Foundation is hosting it and I need to stop by for a bit. I’ll be in a tux. You could pull out that old prom dress and come with me.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
I groan. “Fucking Gabe.”
“I could come over after.”
“Yeah, of course. I’d love that.”
She smiles and then goes back to studying. I try to focus on video games but fail.
“You graduate in May, yeah?”
“Yep.” She focuses on the computer screen. “Three more months and then I’m done.”
“Do you already have a job lined up at the hospital?”
“Not yet. I’ll try to get moved to pediatrics when a spot opens up, but it could be a while.”
“But you’re definitely staying here after college?”
“That’s the plan.”
Relief floods me. Thank fuck for that.
She finally meets my gaze again. “What about you? Is this where you’ll stay after hockey is over?”
“Absolutely. I’ve lived a few places, but this one is by far my favorite. The city, the lakes, my teammates and friends…you sitting on my couch. I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.”
Her smile is accented with a blush. Our gazes lock and she bites the corner of her lip. I break eye contact just long enough to check the time on my phone. “One hour and three minutes.”
“Maybe a quick study break?”
I’m on her so fast, she doesn’t have time to react.
One of her books falls to the floor and I shove her laptop out of the way. Giggling underneath me, she slides her hands up the front of my T-shirt.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“I see that.”
I sit back and grab her forearm so I can pull her up and onto my lap. I freaking love when she straddles me. Bridget yelps and pulls away from my touch.
“Oh shit, babe. I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”
Her face pales. “No. I’m fine.”
She sits on my dick, but there’s still a weird look on her face.
“Let me see.” I reach for her arm.
“I’m fine. Really.” She tugs at the sleeve of her sweater and smiles at me.
Something doesn’t seem right.
“Bridge?”
Her lips fall into a straight line, and she cradles her arm protectively. “It’s nothing. I hurt it yesterday.”
