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I stalked out of there before I did something stupid.
Something I couldn’t take back.
Something I knew I would regret. Because I wasn’t that guy, I didn’t catch feelings or any of that shit. It was just a bad case of post-sex confusion. Her pussy had tricked me into this weird state of possessiveness. That’s all it was.
When the memories wore off, so would she.
I was already counting down the minutes.
* * *
“Here he is,” Coach Dixon said when I entered the locker room later that day. “The man of the hour.”
Noah threw me a bemused look, and I discreetly flipped him off.
“You looked good out there, kid. Strong. How’d it feel getting the winning goal?”
“I…” Shit. The goal had felt good, sure, but this, being surrounded by my teammates while James ‘The Real Deal’ Dixon sang my praises, was all kinds of fucking awkward.
Add in the fact I’d been buried deep in his daughter last night, and the whole thing was like some bad trip. Harper was the last thing I wanted to think about. Especially now there was a chance I would run into her around campus.
“You’re too fucking modest, son,” Coach Dixon chuckled, clapping me on the back as he headed toward the hall leading to the offices.
“Seriously, if we have to put up with this shit all season—”
“Don’t,” I snapped at Noah.
“I get it. He’s looking to relive his glory days through you. But even you’ve got to admit; it’s a little much.”
“Look alive, ladies,” Coach Tucker boomed. “I want you out on the ice in five. We’ve got a big weekend ahead of us.”
Two home games against local rivalry, the Detroit U Bulldogs, to be precise.
“Heard you and Adams got into it this morning,” Aiden said, pulling on his jersey over his pads.
“It was nothing.”
“I’ll tell you what I told Noah. If he causes problems, you need to come to me with them, so I can handle it. Okay?”
I managed a curt nod because the lying fucker had decided to run with the story about Harper sneaking out of his room this morning.
Of course, no one knew it was Harper. But I did. And I knew she hadn’t been anywhere near the cocky asshole.
My fists clenched against my thighs as I forced myself to take a calming breath. So much for digging her out from under my skin. At least some time on the ice would help expel all the excess energy coursing through my veins.
Energy that only seemed to multiply after my tangle in the sheets with Harper.
“Hey, man, you good?” Aiden stared at me expectantly.
“I’m fine.” I laced up my skates, grabbed my helmet, and stood. “See you on the ice.”
I made my way out to the rink, trying to shake off the lingering memories. Silently telling myself that I did not absolutely fucking care that she’d left the house without so much as a goodbye.
The second I stepped out on the ice, all thoughts went quiet. I fell into a rhythm with my teammates already skating a few warmup laps. I agreed with the guys—the way Coach Dixon homed in on me made me feel all kinds of uncomfortable. But there was also no denying that it had lit a fire under my ass.
Made me imaginewhat-if.
I wanted it.
