Page 66 of Game On

The fact that, after doing his pre-game social media duties, he’d remained at the arena to watch the game?

The expression on Jamie’s face when he’d marched around the island to kiss him, eyes sparking with affection?

The side-eye he was getting from the organization’s executives, who were probably wondering why a lowly coordinator was crashing the party in their suite?

The memory of what Jamie’s lips had felt like against his own, soft yet insistent?

The sweat at his hairline from just the thought of what could happen later, after the game when Jamie was pumped full of adrenalin?

Gulping, Dorian tore his gaze away from the game when his phone pinged. A text from one of the videographers with a short clip of the Orcas’ most recent goal. Dorian posted it with a short caption he thought up on the fly: Toussaint gets us one back to tie the game.

Not wholly original. Whatever.

Speaking of tie games... was this going to go into overtime? Because he could think of better things to do during that time and none of them involved ice skates.

All of them involved two sweaty bodies and one big bed.

Maybe that was moving too fast, though? Should they, like, go on a date?

Dorian hadn’t been on a date in... well, he didn’t know how long. The longest relationship he’d ever sustained that wasn’t familial was with his new business, and that hadn’t even launched yet.

He texted Charlie.

Dorian

What do people do when they like each other?

Charlie

Clarify.

Dorian

Like... do they go on dates? Do they introduce their partner to their friends and family? Do they take romantic walks while holding hands? Do they fuck?

Charlie

Yes.

Dorian

To what?

Charlie

Don’t be dense, Dori.

He wasn’t trying to be dense. Lips twisting, he sent a follow-up question.

Dorian

What do people do on dates?

Charlie

You could try a blanket fort.

Dorian

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