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“You gotta put it like that?”
“How about puck buddies, if I’m good for your game?”
He slammed down his mug so hard it sloshed over. Clapped his hand to his mouth to hold back a laugh.
“You nearly made me spray chocolate.”
“I think you’ll survive.” I set down my own mug and skirted the island. Marched up to Spencer and slid my hands over his. “Listen, I’m into it, whatever you want to call it. But I think it’s best if we keep it from Leon.”
Spencer frowned. “Lie to him?”
“No. Just don’t tell him. I don’t know if he mentioned, but we weren’t just college roommates. We go back a long way, right back to?—”
“Third grade, I know.”
“So you know he’s protective, and he’d get nosy. He’d want to know what your intentions are, our plans, our feelings. So if we’re keeping it casual, we don’t need all that. Neither does he, with his business taking off. He’s got enough on his plate without us to fret over.”
Spencer’s expression turned mischievous, his lips quirking up. “So, we’d be sort of sneaking around?”
“Not sneaking, exactly, but?—”
“No, that’s kind of hot. Like a secret affair.” He dropped his voice to a dramatic pitch. “We pass in the hall, but Leon’s watching. Our eyes meet. Our hearts race. We?—”
“Oh, shut up!”
“We brush fingertips and it’s electric! Like static, but sexy.”
“Shut up, shut up!”
We both broke down laughing, nudging into each other. Grabbing arms for balance as the giggles took over.
“Seriously,” said Spencer, when his mirth had died down. “We’ll make a few rules so he won’t catch us. Like, okay, no sleepovers. We go back to our own rooms.”
“What about the afterglow?”
“Well, after that. Thirty minutes’ basking, no falling asleep.”
I nodded. “That works. And Leon can’t be home. No sneaky grab-ass while he’s getting drinks, or making out in the laundry while he’s in the kitchen. Nothing where he could hear us or come barging in.”
“What about footsie under the table?” Spencer bumped his knee up against mine. Ran the tip of his finger up the back of my leg.
“No footsie,” I said, my breath coming fast. “And no trying to get rid of him so we can get naked. We have to act normal. We… mm, that’s nice.”
Spencer was teasing me, nuzzling up on my neck. Breathing on my earlobe to make my spine tingle. His lips brushed my jawline, the ghost of a kiss.
“No clothes in weird places,” he murmured in my ear. “No leaving our stuff in each other’s bedrooms.”
“Yeah, he comes in mine. Steals my good pens. Your shorts on the floor might, uh, might…” I lost my train of thought as Spencer pressed closer. His body felt somehow both hard and supple, coiled liquid power and marble-smooth muscle.
“He’s out now,” he said.
“Yeah. Yeah, he is.”
“It’s barely past midnight. We’ve got a while yet.”
I set my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back through the kitchen, peppering him all the way with butterfly kisses. We lost our footing in the doorway and bounced off the wall, and Spencer held me steady, laughing into my hair. Somehow, we made it back to my bedroom, and he kicked the door shut. I pressed my hands to his cheeks and leaned up for a kiss. He tasted of chocolate and faintly of mint, and his hair still smelled of the frost of the rink.
“I used to think about this.” He pressed me up on the door.
