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“I want you to have it,” he said.
He fidgeted nervously, regarding me expectantly like there was a chance I’d knock him back. Not a bloody chance. I tucked the jersey against my chest.
“This is, like, a really big deal for you, isn’t it?”
Levi nodded. “Especially big. I’ve never asked a girl to wear my jersey before.”
Grinning, I ripped off my jacket, then jumper, then knit, then manically slipped on Levi’s jersey. It was way too big. It dropped down to my mid-thigh, and I had to roll up the sleeves so they didn’t cover my hands. I gripped the hem in my palms, pulling it up to my nose. Despite being clean, it still smelt like Levi. My favourite scent in the world. I stretched out my arms and spun around.
“What do you think?”
Grinning, Levi smoothed my hair over my shoulders. I must’ve messed it up. His tongue darted out to wet his lip.
“I think we’re about to tick something offmylist.”
His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was just as possessive as this jersey.
“Do we have time?” I asked against his lips.
“It’ll be worth being late,” he growled back.
He was dressed in his suit, which included a lot of buttons on his shirt. Too many buttons. We didn’t have time for that. Though I could make quick work of his zip. Just as I reached for it, there was a knock on the door. We both stilled.
“Time to go, Cap,” Tripp called out.
Groaning, I lolled my head back. Timing sucked. Snickering, Levi placed one last, chaste kiss against my lips.
“Later,” he vowed.
“Later,” I agreed.
*
I was on the edge of my seat. Literally. The score was level, 3-3, with less than two minutes of the third period. It’d been an intense game, full of penalties and fluke shots. Levi had scored the first goal, Will had nailed the next, and Tripp brought up the third. On the ice they worked in sync. Passing to each other without looking, being in the right spot to take possession when they needed. I’d thoroughly enjoyed seeing all six-foot-three of Levi dressed in a fitted suit earlier. Now I was enjoying a different version. One that was so bloody fast, and so bloody clever on the ice that I was feeling hot and bothered despite it being near freezing in here.
“I can’t look,” Ava ground, hiding behind her hands.
I was tempted to do the same. The clock ticked down. Ninety-seconds left. Levi skated to the bench, slipping between the gap in boards while a player climbed over them and took his place. It’d been a competitive game. Thankfully Levi hadn’t taken part in any of the quarrels. I couldn’t say the same for Tripp. He was fiery out there. It was hard to comprehend. He was nothing but jokes and silliness off the ice. Sixty seconds. We lost possession of the puck. And with most of our players having been in our attacking zone – or whatever it was called – it meant it was a two-on-one as Ryan skated backwards, eyes focussed on the puck that was being passed between two players. I held my breath as the opposition player reared back his stick and swung the puck towards the net. Our goalie sunk to the ice, wedging the puck beneath his pads. The crowd let out a collective gasp. That’d been way too close. Levi and Will jumped the boards, preparing for their final shift of regulation. Unless they scored in the next thirty seconds, we’d be going to overtime. I knew way more today than I had last time. But only the basics still.
“Can it end on a draw?” Stella questioned.
“No. They’ll play five minutes of overtime. If someone scores within that time, the game is over.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Penalty shootout.”
I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. That sounded bloody nerve-racking. I could only imagine what that was like for the goalie. And the players taking the shots. The buzzer sounded, signifying the end of regulation. All the players slowed their skating, catching a momentary breather. I glanced up at the jumbotron. Levi’s face was cast on it. He chewed his mouthguard between his teeth, his eyebrows etched in concentration.
“I need to do a nervous wee,” I announced. “Be right back.”
I climbed the many steps back to the bathrooms. The tickets Levi had given me were at the very front, among the other girlfriends and families. Being the captain’s girlfriend, especially dressed in his jersey, I’d received plenty of attention tonight. Sometimes I forgot how big of a deal Levi was when it came to hockey. It wasn’t just something he did between classes. He was a face to market Phil-U. An investment in the hockey department. A personality to attract future players. Even now, plenty of people wore his jersey. Stocky men. Young kids. Attractive girls. He was a big deal to a lot of people. And he was only going to become a bigger deal once he started playing for Colorado. By the time I waited in the bathroom line then returned to my seat, the players were skating back onto the ice. Levi, Will and Morrison were starting.
“Why do they play 3-on-3 in overtime?” Ava asked.
“No idea,” I admitted.
Levi got into position for the face off. I was so bloody nervous. I hated that I couldn’t see his face. Stupid hockey helmet. Though something told me he wouldn’t be nearly as nervous as me. He probably wasn’t nervous at all. He had faith in his abilities out there. He belonged on the ice. The puck went back and forth for ninety seconds, one team gaining possession only for a bad pass or save from the goalie sending it backwards. After his shift, Levi sat on the bench, eyes laser focussed on the game. Mine were laser focussed on him. Pure muscle I knew I’d get to climb into bed with tonight. After more back and forth, Levi hit the ice for another shift. Probably his last of the game. Will passed to him immediately, letting Levi’s fresh legs take control. He reared his arm back, taking a shot at goal. His accuracy was perfect. The puck headed in the right direction. But it rebounded off the goalie.
