Page 39 of Retaking the Shot
“He plays for the Bruins.”
Her eyes widened. “The hockey team?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Sounds like I need to start watching hockey then.” She smiled.
It wasearly evening when my mom dropped me off at my apartment, and the minute I got inside, I texted Coop.
I just got back to my place. Grabbing a shower and then I’ll be over
Hope it’s a quick shower
Someone seems a little eager to see me
I am. Now get your ass over here and bring a bag so you can stay the night
You want me to spend the night?
Yeah, but only if you want to
Of course, I wanted to. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible since I knew we’d go days without seeing each other because of his schedule.
I’ll bring a bag ??
I grabbed a quick shower and repacked my duffel before making my way down to my car. Usually, I’d just order a rideshare, so I didn’t have to worry about guest parking being available at Coop’s apartment building. However, I was still worried about my grandfather and wanted to make sure I could leave at a moment’s notice if needed.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the underground garage and found a spot. Snatching my bag from the backseat, I hurried into the lobby, checked in with the attendant, and then headed up to Coop’s place.
The second I knocked on the door, it swung open, and he pulled me inside. His lips pressed against mine in a slow, passionate kiss that stole my breath.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” he breathed when he pulled away.
“Oh yeah?” I smiled. “Is there anything else you’ve been wanting to do?”
“Maybe.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But I thought we could eat dinner first.”
“As much as the idea of doing other stuff sounds like fun, I’m so glad you want to eat first. I’m starving.”
“Well, let’s feed you then.”
I followed Coop to the kitchen, where Chinese food containers were set out on the island.
“The delivery guy dropped this off right before you got here,” he said.
My stomach growled as he opened the white boxes, and we both piled our plates high with orange chicken, broccoli beef, chow mein, and fried rice.
“This looks delicious. You really are the best boyfriend.” As soon as the word boyfriend left my lips, I worried what Coop’s reaction would be. We’d agreed to take things slow, so I didn’t know if he was ready to put a label on what we were to each other.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.
“It’s just”—I took one of the bottles from him—“we’re supposed to be taking things slow, and I’m over here calling you my boyfriend.”
His eyes sparkled. “I like you calling me your boyfriend.”
“You do?”
He wrapped his free hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in close. “Yeah, I do.”
