Page 104 of The Wrong Quarterback

Fucking beautiful.

“But you should probably go right now before you get in any more trouble,” she said.

“I love you,” I breathed, kissing her a few more times because I couldn’t help it.

“I love you, too,” she replied, and after telling her how to get back to Nat, I reluctantly left the room, wishing I could bring her with me.

Jace was leaning against the wall outside the door. “Are you feeling better about beingpussy-conquered?” he asked with a grin. “Less likely to punch me in the face?”

I huffed at him and shook my head, grinning as we walked to the locker room, where I was no doubt about to be reamed by the coaching staff.

“Definitelypussy-conquered,” I finally responded. “And definitely better.”

He opened the door, but I grabbed his jersey, stopping him from going in.

Jace stared at me uneasily. “Don’t ever touch her again,” I said, threatening my best friend for the first time ever.

Jace’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Noted, QB. It won’t happen again. I like my nuts where they are.”

I released him and clapped him on the back. “Glad we have that understanding.”

My smile was wide as we walked into the locker room.

Out of all the games I’d ever played, this was my favorite one.

CHAPTER 26

CASEY

Ifelt the coolness of the arena air hit my face as Parker led me inside, his hand firm around mine. The low hum of the crowd around us, the squeak of skates on ice, and the sharp clink of sticks against the glass made the nerves in my stomach tighten.

I kept my eyes on the ground as we walked down the steps to our seats, trying to ignore the fluttering in my chest. Meeting Walker—Parker’s brother—felt like a big deal. I wasn’t sure what Walker was going to think of me, but the pressure was enough to make my palms sweat.

“He’s going to love you,” Parker murmured in my ear, because he seemed to always be able to read my mind. “But obviously not as much as me,” he amended, like he was suddenly worried about that.

I laughed softly, and he winked at me, and my stomach did literal flips. I wasn’t sure that I could ever get used to the sight of him. It felt like I had woken up in the best dream ever every time I looked at him—one that couldn’t possibly be real.

We settled into our seats right in the front row, and I took it all in, shivering as I adjusted to the chill and the distant scent of popcorn and stale beer. The ice stretched out in front ofus, a perfect white expanse with the blue and red lines slashed across it. Players in blue and white jerseys skated back and forth, passing pucks, some stopping to tap their sticks against the boards, sending shivers up the glass. They moved fast, like they were floating on some invisible current, each movement sharp, powerful, like the ice itself was their stage.

I caught sight of one guy, balancing on his skates while doing a full stretch, his legs spread wide, rocking his hips as he leaned forward. The stretch was…well, it looked very…sexual. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Parker glanced out to where I was looking.

“Fuck,” he growled, quickly placing a hand over my eyes. “Maybe bringing you down here was a bad idea.”

“I mean it’s honestly good that you don’t include that in your warm-ups. I’d have to fend off even more women,” I joked.

He smacked a kiss on my lips. “Other women don’t exist anymore.”

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was giddy.

Because I was becoming more and more sure everyday…that he actually meant it.

There was a knock on the glass, and we glanced over to see a guy in full goalie gear, grinning from ear to ear beneath his helmet.

Fuck. This was Walker.

Parker grinned as he stood up. “What’s up, Parkie-Poo,” Walker said through the glass as he took off his helmet. My eyes widened.

The Davis family was blessed.

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