Page 51 of Puck Princess

Now, I still feel like I’m going to puke, but it’s because I turned to adjust my travel pillow and saw Spencer two rows back, watching me between the seats like a hungry lion on a nature documentary. I can’t even zone out with the in-flight entertainment without him seeing what’s on my screen.

It has me so antsy I want to jump out the window.

But I can’t because Lance is sitting by the window. He called dibs the second we stepped on the plane. Owen did the same for the aisle so he can stretch his obscenely long legs. Meanwhile, I—Dr. Pipsqueak, Lance lovingly dubbed me—got wedged between them in the middle.

At least Owen is in high spirits. He’s sipping on a rum and Coke and joking around with the guys.

“They’re called the Sea Urchins, for Christ’s sake. Obviously, we are going to scrape them across the ice.” Dax must truly believe that because he is already three drinks deep and we just hit cruising altitude.

“I wouldn’t assume they suck just because they’re named after ocean hedgehogs.” Heath is kneeling in the row in front of us, looking back over the top of the seat. His words are also slurring.

How these boys drink like fish and then turn around and win hockey games is beyond me.

“No, see,thatwould be a cool name. The Hedgehogs. But The Sea Urchins? They’re just asking to have their asses handed to them.”

All the guys laugh, including Owen. He looks at me, and I force a smile. He puts his arm around me, and all I can think is thatSpencer is watching us.

The way he was looking at me in the training room when I was talking to Lance—the way he acts every time I see him—it’s flat out territorial. I don’t want to poke that rabid bear.

Owen leans in for a kiss. I give him a small peck and pull away.

He pulls me closer, tracing his lips across my jaw. “Are you teasing me again, Cal? You were right,” he whispers. “I might like it.”

He kisses me again, running his thumb along my jaw to tilt my head back, taking me deeper. I love the feel of his mouth against mine, and I don’t want to stop. But I know we should.

Awkwardly, I pull back, leaving him and his hungry tongue hanging.

“What gives?” he whispers.

I blush, looking around. “I guess I’m just a little shy with the PDA.”

Owen spits out a laugh. “Since when?”

Since my psycho ex might take you tongue fucking me on a plane as a reason to stake some claim.

“It seems like we are always in the limelight. I want to lay low for a while.”

Owen’s face softens with a hint of hurt. “You never cared before when we were fake dating.”

“That was for show.” Even as I say the words, I know they get to him. It’s a shitty thing to say, but I can literally feel Spencer’s gaze burning through the seats.

“You’ll make out with me when there’s an agenda but not when we’re together?”

His words make my eyes widen. I look around to see if anyone heard him, but most of the guys are just horsing around. Lance has earbuds in, already watching a Tom Cruise movie on his phone.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean?” His words hold no venom, just curiosity.

“I don’t know. First we weretogether. And then we were broken up. And now we’re…” I don’t want to say it.

Owen doesn’t have the same issue. “Gifting each other mutual orgasms on a daily basis?”

I flush. “Yeah. And I guess I’m just a little confused about what we are. That’s all.”

“Do you really think it’s complicated?” he asks, keeping his voice respectfully low. “We’re together, Callie.”

I assumed we were, but we never gave it an actual label.

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