His eyebrows dip. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I shake my head. I barely know what happened, there’s no way I will be able to tell Luan about it. “I want to go home.”
“I don’t think you’re allowed to leave yet.”
Neither do I. There will be interviews, even if it’s just a charity game. These are still televised, reporters are here, and now they’re even more eager to see the end of this game, so they have a chance to get all the details on the fight.
“Grey, can I ask you something?”
I slightly cock my head sideways. “Anything. You know that.”
“Yeah, but I think you’ll get offended, and I really don’t mean anything bad by this question.”
Asking if he could ask me something won’t change the outcome then either way, I suppose. “Just ask.”
“Do you want to break up?”
Oh.
I am not offended, but I do wonder what I did for him to thinkthat?
“What?”
Luan swipes his thumb along my bottom lip, but I don’t think there’s anything he wants to wipe off. “You’ve just been so weird with me today. And like, yes, you were probably nervous earlier, and we were in plain sight, but even if you didn’t want anyone to see usactlike we’re together, nobody could hear us talk. You still talked to me the way you did when we first met, and you haven’t done that in a while. So, I just want to know if you want to break up because if you do, that’s okay. Well, it’s not okay because I will quite literally start to cry this instant, but it’s still okay, you know? I’d respect your decision, not that I’d have any other choice anyway. But I need to know because if you don’t want me around, Grey Davis, then please tell me so I can leave before I get even more attached.”
I smile at him, to which Luan’s eyes widen a tiny bit. Startled Luan might be one of my favorites. “I don’t,” I say, simple but effective, I hope. To strengthen my answer, I add, “I love you, Luan.”
Luan blows out some air, the tension leaving his body. “Good, because, man, I was seriously about to cry. Imagine how awful that would be, too, with today being your birthday. Breakups already suck as it is, but a breakup on your birthday? These arepersonal. Well, it’s not my birthday, so I would’ve been fi—”
“Shut up, Luan.” I chuckle and lean my head a little farther back in my neck until Luan gets the hint. He smiles, leans down, andfinallycloses that stupid gap between our lips.
With my lips attached to his, I pull Luan down to sit on my lap like making out in the locker room with my boyfriend is a normality to me.
Luan grinds his hips against mine, a groan leaving me immediately. I couldn’t have even stopped it from escaping me if I wanted to.
He kisses me with need, so fierce that it makes my head spin with a need for oxygen. He kisses me so deep and long that my lungs are begging me to set an end to this otherwise they might collapse. But you know what? Collapsed lungs sound great to me in this case.
Even when we finally part for a moment, I still can’t seem to catch my breath, and that’s also on my boyfriend. I love looking at him.
“What do you call celebratory sex when the game went well but the captain got a penalty for the rest of the game?” he asks. My eyebrows draw together, now wondering the same thing. “I want to fuck you.”
I cough at the shock, choking on my breath.
We’ve been dating for over a year now, and even though we don’t see each other all too often, we do get a whole lot of sex in when we manage to meet up. Not once has he asked to try it out, and I’m not going to lie, I thought he’d never even want to.
“Not here,” I say when I finally manage to shake off the shock of hisveryrandom-timed wish.
“Obviously.” Luan rolls his eyes, but he keeps a smile on his face, as he does so very often. “But maybe later, if you’re up for it.”
IfIam up for it? Hell yes I am. However… “Miles is planning a birthday party for me, so I don’t know when we’ll be back in my apartment. Shouldn’t be too late considering that I have a game tomorrow, that is if I am still allowed to participate.” Also, Emory is pregnant, so I don’t know how long Miles plans tonight to go because his wife definitely will need some rest sooner rather than later.
“That’s alright, we have a lifetime left to try.”
That we do. “I can tell him I’m not up to celebrate.” It wouldn’t even be a lie, after what happened out there, all I really want to do is spend the whole night in bed with my boyfriend. Not for sex, which might as well be a miracle for me. I just want to lie there and hold Luan in my arms, enjoy his company. “It’s just another stupid birthday anyway.”
“Twenty-six is a big number. You’ve officially passed half-time from twenty to thirty.”
I groan. “Don’t remind me.” I don’t really care about my age, what I do care about, however, is ice hockey. Turning twenty-six means I have about two to four years left before I will retire. At least twenty-eight to thirty is about the average most players retire because their bodies are now protesting. So what happens after I retire in let’s say four years, if I’m lucky in five?
