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“Hey, Brendan,” I say. “How’s it going?”
We chat for a little while about nothing in particular. How his classes are going, how my classes are going, our plans for the holidays. Innocuous stuff.
“So,” he says, as if to reset the conversation. “I wonder if maybe next week, before break, we could get coffee sometime?”
I open my mouth to politely decline his offer, but before I can say anything, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders.
“She’s taken.”
The deep voice is unmistakable, as is the woodsy, masculine scent and the feel of the powerful arm slung around me.
I look up at Hunter, and his blue eyes are piercing a protective glare through Brendan.
“Oh,” Brendan says, startled. “My bad. Have a good night, Phoebe,” he nods to me a little awkwardly before shuffling away.
I chuckle, turning towards Hunter. “Taken? I didn’t know that pretending to be my boyfriend was part of this … thing between us.”
“Who’s pretending?”
His eyes bore into mine, his expression utterly serious. My chest flutters. He’s not joking.
“Unless you don’t want me to be?” He asks, an edge to his voice. Hope flickers in his eyes.
“I do.” My cheeks warm when I say the words.
Hunter smiles. “Good.”
He dips his arm, curling it around my waist. Being snug against him like this feels good. It feels right. “Come on,” he says, guiding me towards the kitchen, “I need a drink.”
31
HUNTER
Loud boos rain down on us. I smile, press my hockey glove to my mouth, and blow kisses to the away-town crowd as I skate along the perimeter of the rink.
They can boo as much as they want. Throw some trash for all I care. It’s all music to my ears after a 4-1 win on the road.
After a bumpy start, we’re on a hot streak. Sports commentators are finally talking about us as a likely Frozen Four champion.
I nod to Liam when our eyes meet. I know that’s what both of us want. Even though we both feel the pull of the NHL and are excited to start our professional careers next year, that doesn’t diminish how bad we want to end our tenure as Hot Shots with one more championship.
If anything, it makes us want it more.
We can both rest easy knowing that no matter how this season ends, the team is going to be in good hands next year.
Shane, Lars, and Walsh have all grown so much that I know this team has nothing to worry about when it comes to having strong leadership next year.
In the locker room, the first thing I do is go for my phone.
Did my girlfriend enjoy seeing me score two goals tonight?
I smirk as I type out the message. Ever since we made it official at the Ice Box party on Friday, I’ve been addicted to calling her my girlfriend. I can’t stop, and I don’t want to.
Phoebe
I did. Very much. And look what I was wearing while I watched.
She sends a picture, and all the blood rushes to my cock.
