A small giggle escaped her lips before she stood up, dragging the bed sheet with her into the closet as if she was some kind of queen. "Where's practice?" she yelled at him.
"The arena."
"So are you heading home first or going straight there?"
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to put it back in place. "I guess I have to go straight there and do the walk of shame into the locker room."
"I hope the embarrassment is worth it."
"Oh, it is."
He smirked and turned, his jaw going slack at the sight of her. She had emerged from her closet now wearing a Jordan King jersey. Her Jordan King jersey. Normally, he would be flattered by seeing someone with his jersey, but those people were usually wearing pants. Charlotte's legs were bare, and it was taunting him.
"I thought you said you wouldn't distract me."
"What, is this distracting?" she asked.
"Yes. A woman wearing a jersey and nothing else is distracting." He stood and began to tenderly zip up his pants before his hands paused, looking up at her with devilish eyes. "Wait, are you wearing anything under that?"
"First of all, no. And second of all, this isn't just some jersey."
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
"This is a Jordan King Detroit Pirates sweater," she said. "And as you can tell from the C on the front, he is the captain, which is pretty impressive."
He stood quietly as she walked over to him and gently snapped the button of his pants before busying herself with his belt buckle. Then her hands found their way down his chest to the bottom button of his shirt, and he swallowed hard as she began to dress him while he could only stare at her.
"You're impressed by the captain?" he asked in a low voice.
"Well, he is a pretty amazing leader for my team. Plus, it's like I said. He's not just any captain." She finished with the last button and straightened out his shirt. "He's my captain."
"Well, I'll make sure he knows that he's made quite an impression on you." He smiled and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "And I know you've made quite an impression on him."
"Alright, captain," she said, taking a deep breath. "You better get out of here before I decide you can't leave."
Charlotte led them out to the living room, and Jordan sat down on her couch next to his coat and put on his shoes. "You know I don't want to go," he said, tying his laces to distract him from looking at her.
"I know, but we both have other things to do today."
"Instead of just doing each other?" he asked, giving her one of his trademark smirks.
"Unfortunately."
He put his coat on and pulled her close for another kiss, his hand tracing its way along her thigh and under her jersey, groaning when it kept roaming higher and higher feeling nothing but skin. He had to pull away and compose himself.
"I have this thing so I hope you don't mind if I don't call you until tomorrow," he explained.
"A thing?"
He sheepishly stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. "I have a routine before games."
"Ah, another superstition."
He raised his eyebrows in her direction. "It's a routine," he corrected. "Anyway, I turn my phone off after three o'clock on game days."
"Gotcha."
"But I will call you," he promised. "And you'll be at the game tonight, won't you?"
