They both gasp.
“Did I hear that correctly?” Payton’s mouth opens in shock.
“Uh-huh.” I nod.
“What exactly did he say?” Nina asks.
Sighing, I lean back into the chair, shovel more popcorn in my mouth, chew, and then turn toward them.
“Basically a load of blah, blah, blah…I’m sorry for everything…blah, blah, blah. Oh, and how he took a step back and realized I was in love with Greyson,” turning to look at them, I give a deadpan look. “Seriously took him this fucking long to realize that, and to finally leave me alone?”
Nina winces. “Well, shit.”
“I still want to beat his ass.” Payton grumbles.
I chuckle, and then the crowd starts cheering. Turning to look at the ice, I watch both teams skate back on, and my eyes trail over them trying to find the one who makes lifeworth living.
And then I spot Greyson as he takes his position in goal. Turning his face to look up at the stands, he spots me and a huge grin forms on his lips. I smile, blowing a kiss toward him that he catches and holds to his heart while my own heart flutters against my chest.
“I love you.” He mouths, making a heart with his hands.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“I love you.” I mouth back to him, doing the same gesture.
Chapter 60
Lilly
Draping my coat across my arm, I lean my back against the wall outside of the locker room, scanning my eyes around the crowd as I anxiously wait for Greyson to exit.
They won their game, and my voice is hoarse from all the screaming I was doing. I was proud. Beyond proud. There’s just something about watching your boyfriend play a sport he’s in love with that makes cheering him on even more fun.
Before I got assigned to write an article about the team, I knew fuck all about hockey—kinda still don’t. But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that Greyson in goal is a wet fucking dream.
The locker room door opens, and my eyes instantly shoot there. But I pout when I don’t see Greyson walking out. What the fuck is taking him so long? Hunter came out almost five minutes ago and was whisking Nina away before I even had the chance to say goodbye.
Sighing, I tilt my head toward the ceiling and exhale. But suddenly, a hand grips my arm and pulls me along the corridor. I blink, trying to regain focus as I stop myself from tripping over my own feet.
Glancing in front of me, a smile forms on my lips when I realize it’s Greyson. But where the fuck are we going in such a rush?
“W-what are you…where are—” I fumble, not knowing what to say.
Pushing the door to the medical room open, he ushers us inside and closes the door behind us. Pushing me up against it, he smashes his lips to mine.
Oh,hello?
Dropping my coat to the floor, I groan into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. The kiss is fierce, passionate, hungry, and fucking demanding. Greyson kisses me like it’s the last time he ever would. He kisses me like his life depends on it.
I vaguely hear the lock click before his hands run across my body, and once they reach my ass, he grips tightly making me gasp into his mouth.
“Seeing you wearing this,” the kiss breaks, and he rests his forehead against mine. Scrunching the jersey I’m wearing tightly in his fist, he inhales a sharp breath. “Makes me feel fucking weak to the knees.”
“You like?” My breath hitches as I look at him from under my lashes.
“Baby, I’ve been sporting a boner since I saw the tiniest snippet of it in the stands.” Grinding his hips against me, I gasp as his hard cock presses against my stomach.
“Hmm,” moaning, I palm his cock over his slacks and squeeze. “Seeing as I’m the one who got you in this situation,” my eyes trail to his as my fingers work at unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. “Maybe I should be the one to get you out of it.”
