Page 32 of Ice Me Baby

He waves his free hand in the air as he replies, “All good, Lizzy. I now know never to get on your bad side or wake you up from a nightmare.”

Dean busts out laughing. “Or at least stay a safe distance away.”

There’s a knock on the door before it swings open. I groan, covering my face when I realize the others are about to come in, having heard the commotion. That seems to make Dean laugh even harder.

“Why is Oli on the floor?” Taz asks.

Which is followed by Ozzy blurting out, “Holy shit! Who the hell gave you that shiner, man?”

I peel my fingers away from my eyes just enough to see Dean howling in laughter as he points to me.

I turn to the boys in the doorway and watch as Vicy’s eyes widen, then narrow on his friend on the floor. “Did he touch you inappropriately? Is that why he’s on the floor with a bruise forming on his face?”

Taz and Ozzy stiffen before they converge on Oli. I scream, “No!” That makes them freeze. I wave my hands in front of me. “No! He didn’t do anything inappropriate! I was in the middle of a nightmare, and he tried to wake me up.” I gulp down a breathas I explain. “I didn’t know where I was at first so my arms sorta…” I trail of as I make a punching motion.

“She knocked him on his ass!” Dean says through laughter.

I narrow my gaze on him and growl. “Stop laughing! You’re not helping.”

“So let me get this right…” Ozzy says, almost hesitantly, while rubbing the back of his neck. “You had a nightmare, and Oli tried to wake you up.”

I nod in confirmation as Vicy points to me and then to Oli on the floor. “So… you punched him?”

“On accident,” I whine.

Taz stares at me for a moment before blurting out, “He was sleeping in the bed with you.” Not a question, just an observation.

“What?” I squeak.

He points to the bed, then the floor. “That’s the only way he could have landed on the floor like that. He had to be next to you in bed.” A smirk grows on his face. “Does our Roe Roe have a thing for our goalie?”

“No!” I screech out. God damn this frustrating man.

“Well now, that hurts more than the punch, Liz,” Mac says, still on the floor.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say, throwing up my hands in defeat; I can’t win with these boys. I look toward the man in question and find him with a smirk on his face. I grab the closest pillow and throw it in his face. “So not funny, Oli.”

He chuckles and catches it before tucking it behind his head. “So much better.”

I roll my eyes, and my stomach lets out a loud growl. I feel the flush in my cheeks reemerge. Oli grins and rolls to stand. “Alright, boys, time to get our girl some food and coffee.”

I start to get up when he turns and points at me. I freeze. “What?”

Oli points to my ankle. “You stay right there until Lewi can wrap your ankle. You have a full schedule today, and we don’t need it swelling more than it already will.”

I want to argue, but I know he’s right. So, with a sigh, I settle back on the bed. “Fine. But I’m only agreeing because I know how bad my ankle will hurt by the end of the day if I don’t. Plus, I didn’t pack my ankle brace.”

He arches a brow. “Not because you know I’m right?”

“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’ which earns me a smirk.

Shaking his head, he lets out a soft laugh as he heads for the door. “Be a good girl for Lewi now.”

“I doubt the woman knows the meaning of good girl,” Lewi comments with a snort as Oli and the others file out of the room.

“I know how to be a good girl!” I argue defensively. That earns me another raised brow, and my cheeks heat when I realize what I just said.

Lewi smirks and grabs a small box from under his bed. “Sure you do, Ice Princess.”

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