Page 51 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

"You don't know how to skate?" I ask her.

"What? No way. I guess I just never went. When I was younger, I was scared someone would slice off my fingers, and now that I'm older, it just hasn’t come up."

"Then I have to give you a skating lesson."

"Sure. One day," she says, shrugging.

"No, not one day. What about right now?"

"What? No. You literally were just skating for—how many hours was that? You must be tired."

"I'm never too tired to be on the ice. And you're here right now. When am I going to get you on the rink again?" I look over at the others. "Anyone else want a skating lesson?"

"Not me," Miles says. "All I want right now is a beer."

Wes looks at Sabrina. "We said we were going to grab a pizza. But thanks."

"So I guess it’s just you and me, Erica."

"I mean, if you really must."

"I mean, I don't have to," I say, "but you might enjoy it."

"I don't know that I would enjoy it.”

“I mean, there are lots of things you thought you wouldn’t enjoy that you have—maybe even recently. Right?" I smile at her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Tyler."

"Yeah, I guess I was just thinking about life in general. And storage rooms. And legs in the air."

"Oh my gosh, what are you talking about?" She gives me a death glare, and I start laughing.

Wes gives me a weird look, and Sabrina starts laughing so loudly that I know she knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Hey, guys, you ready?" Miles says. "As much as I love to hear my sister diss one of my friends, I’m kind of ready to get out of here."

"Yeah, sounds good. Hey, why don't you come with me, Erica? I'll fit you for a pair of skates, and then we'll have a quick skating lesson. Wes, Sabrina—it was good seeing you. Hopefully, we’ll hang out soon."

"Yeah, bye."

I watch as they all leave and then turn to give Erica a smile.

"Did you have to be so hostile?"

"Did you have to talk about my legs being up in the air?" She glares at me, then hits me in the shoulder. "Dude, that was almost as bad as if I had said your boxer briefs were down."

"Not quite," I say. "It may have been as bad as if you’d said something like, 'Ooh, I miss having your eight-and-a-half-inch cock in my mouth.'"

"Oh my God, Tyler! I am never?—"

Before she can continue her sentence, I bring her towards me and kiss her hard. She murmurs against me but kisses me back. I push her up against the wall and run my fingers down the side of her.

"Not here," she says. "What if they come back and see us?"

"Then they would get a show they didn’t know they were going to," I say. "But they're not here."

"Yeah, but we can't just be making out.”