Page 67 of Falling

“Great. I’ll be there. I’ll ask some of my friends to come, and I’ll bring Brie.” Her smile widens at the mention of her girlfriend. “Are you going to be there too?”

“Of course,” I say. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Sophia smiles and then pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, a nervous tick I've noticed she's had over the years. “Miles, can I ask you something?”

I sigh, knowing what's coming next. “Soph, we do this every time.” Wren looks up at me in confusion. “Sophia’s our photographer. You've probably seen her photos all over the school and on the school Instagram account. She takes all of our pictures of the team and tries to get as many candids as she can.” She still looks confused, so I add, “She wants to take a photo of us.”

Wren smiles shyly, but before she can say anything, Sophia cuts in. “I'm planning on making a mockumentary for this season, and I need some more pictures of NU's star players. I need to schedule an interview with Miles soon, too, but some pictures are a good start.”

“That actually sounds really cool,” Wren says, “But do I have to be in it? I'm not on the team.”

“You're on my team, baby,” I murmur, and she rolls her eyes. “Come on. Just one photo.”

She groans. “Fine. Just one.”

Sophia squeals happily and whips out the camera that she takes with her everywhere and instructs Wren and me to sit closer together than we already are. She leans her head back, dropping it onto my shoulder as I lean into her.

She feels too good like this.

Too much like mine.

“Say, ‘Hockey!’” We do as she asks, and the camera clicks. Sophia holds up the back camera to her face and squints at it. “It's perfect.”

“Can we see it?” Wren asks.

Sophia laughs. “You'll see it once the video is done.”

I wipe the confusion off Wren's face with a kiss to her cheek as Sophia turns back around. The game starts up, and we stay quiet. Well, as quiet as possible because Wren keeps asking me what is happening every two seconds.

She keeps wiggling in my lap with excitement, and all it’s doing is pressing her ass into my dick.

I grip her hip with my left hand. “Can you keep still? You’re making it worse.”

She sighs, turning to me. “Can’t you tell it to go down?”

“Tell it to go down? My dick isn’t a fucking puppy, Wren.”

“I realized that, Miles, thank you.”

“If I could, I would have. This isn’t very comfortable for me either, princess,” I bite out, and her hips roll again. I suppress my groan into her shoulder, shaking my head. “Just keep still and watch the game.”

She salutes me, trying to hold in her laugh. “Yes, sir.”

I think she’s trying to kill me.

We keepquiet most of the game as I watch Xavier and Gray with concentration as they shuffle on the ice. We’re in the lead during the first period against Fraser College, one of our more friendly opponents. Most of the guys on my team went to high school with people on their team, so we’re all familiar with each other.

During the first intermission, Wren peppers me with more hockey questions before another one of my friends turns up behind me in the queue for the vending machine.

Charlie Jacobs is one of those guys who I don’t see often enough to call one of my close friends, but I have seen him at nearly all the parties I’ve been to over the past few months. He’s a cool guy, but he doesn’t exactly fit in with my friendship group.

“Davis! I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” Charlie exclaims, running a hand through his blond hair in disbelief. “It’s good to see you in daylight, man.”

I laugh nervously as Wren blinks up at me, twisting open the bottleof water. She moves closer to me as I watch her watch him. My friends are not at all like hers, so I wrap my arm around her shoulder, tugging her close to my side.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too,” I reply. “This is my girlfriend, Wren. She skates. You should come to one of her performances sometime.”

“Jesus, I can talk, you know,” Wren murmurs as she looks up at me before turning back to Charlie, a smile playing on her lips. “But, yeah, I do skate. Don’t let Miles bully you into coming.”

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