AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I chuckle because if Bailey was here, I’m pretty sure there would be a brawl for that comment.
“Now grab a stick. It’s time to learn how to shoot a puck.”
I laugh nervously. “Um, didn’t I tell you that no one needs to see that?”
Aiden bends down and grabs the two wooden sticks. He hands one to me and I don’t have any choice but to grab it.
“You did. But you also told me that you’re not interested in dating hockey players…”
A frown forms across my forehead. “I never said that.”
Aiden rolls his eyes. “Hockey players. Athletes… They’re all the same. And you said you weren’t interested.”
A look of arrogance takes over his face. A teasing quirk twists at the corner of his mouth and it’s something I haven’t noticed before on him.
But damn… It looks so fucking sexy.
“What makes you think I am now?”
Aiden moves in closer, his skates scratching against the ice as he grabs the jersey and slides it over my head. I push my arms through the sleeves and the oversized jersey hangs from my body as he loops an arm around my waist and pulls me hard against the heat of his body.
“Because you like me,” he says. “And you haven’t stopped smiling all night.”
Dammit. He’s right. He’s fucking right.
I do like him. I’m falling harder for Aiden than I’ve ever fallen before.
Not only have I had the best night of my life, not once has Ethan-fucking-Pinnock crossed my mind. I’ve had fun, I’ve laughed. I enjoyed some fine food and even finer company. My pathetic life back in California has taken a back seat, and although that’s exactly why I escaped, never in a million years did I expect to be here.
Arm in arm, staring into Aiden’s extraordinary gleaming eyes.
I gulp down nervously. I’m so far gone it’s impossible to stop the ravaging beat of my heart from pounding.
“So what now?” Aiden asks, his face inches from mine.
I bite down on my lip. “Well, Mister… If you think you know me so well, then you’ll know what happens next.” I pull the black puck from his fingers and drop it to the ice. “How about, if you score from here...”
I slide back and prod at the puck with my stick, only a slight wobble in my stride as I eye the small goal that’s at the opposite end of the rink.
Aiden looks at me. “Are you saying if I score from here… Iscore?”
I chuckle, because… fuck.
Because Aiden Frank.
“You might say that, yes.”
Aiden curls his fingers around the hockey stick, gripping tight. I watch his eyes harden and it’s like I’m on the ice during a playoff game. Nervousness. Sweat dripping. A shield of concentration that pulls at every muscle on his face.
Aiden lines the stick up. The silence of the arena is deafening.
Excitement bubbles inside my belly. With a small uplift, Aiden’s stick whacks the puck and it slides across the halfway line, zooming towards the net at the same incredible speed at which I’m falling for this man.
Aiden throws the stick in the air the second the puck hits the net, the soft swooshing sound of the goal kisses my ears. With a fierce, animalistic look gripping his eyes, he spins and scoops me in his arms.
“He shoots… He scores.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
