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So I kiss her again, instead, trying to convey how I feel about her wordlessly.
Until a bus horn honks.
“Is your dad on the bus?” I ask Rylan.
“Yeah, the whole team’s been on there for a few minutes,” she says. “My mom and I were about to leave, but then I saw you walking over.”
I drag a palm down my face. I would have still kissed her, sure. But probably for a little less longer and with a lot less tongue.
Rylan nudges me. “I thought you didn’t care my dad’s your coach?” she teases. “He’s not anymore, technically.”
“I know,” I groan. “It’s worse. He’s my girlfriend’s dad.”
She laughs. “I gotta go. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
I nod. Kiss her again, because what’s one more at this point?
Then head for the bus.
The whole team starts clapping when I board, which is a massive improvement from this morning’s reaction. But I don’t think they’re cheering because of my goal on the ice, and a risky glance at Coach’s impassive expression suggests he’s surmised the same.
I sink down in the seat next to Hart, who grins and elbows me, then pull on my headphones.
And start listening to “Brown Eyed Girl” as we drive toward the airport.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
AIDAN
“Hey. How was your night?” I ask when Hunter walks into the living room. He was gone when I got home earlier.
I’m sprawled out on the couch, wearing sweatpants and mindlessly scrolling through my phone.
“It was fine.” Hunter shrugs out of his jacket, revealing the sweater and button-down he’s wearing beneath.
I whistle. “Damn. What’s with the fancy clothes?”
“I was out on a date.”
I choke a little. “Adate?”
“Yeah, it’s when you take a girl out to dinner and talk to her.”
I roll my eyes, then sit up. “I know what a date is, dick. I just didn’t knowyouwere dating.”
“Yeah, well…” Hunter sighs, tugging at his tie before sprawling in the armchair. “It didn’t go that great.”
I’m still caught up on the fact that he’s dating, but Hunter clearly isn’t in the mood to elaborate. So all I say is “Sorry.”
Hunter nods. “Thanks.”
The curiosity is too much.
“So how long have you been, uh, dating this girl?”
He grunts, tossing the tie on the coffee table piled with the homework I was planning to get done tonight. “Tonight was the second date. I don’t think we’ll make it to a third.”
“Bummer. Isn’t that supposed to be the best one?”
