“I’m fine.”
Ava looked around the bar. “Has anyone seen Max?”
“I don’t know. Have you seen Max recently, Gabi?” Amanda asked.
“Um. Nope,” she said, hoping her cheeks weren’t flaming bright red.
“I swear I saw him walk toward the bathroom ages ago,” Riley said. “You didn’t see him?”
“Nope. I had to pee and then needed some water,” she said, holding up the bottle that she’d almost drained. Orgasms made her parched. Or maybe it’d been the silent screaming into his chest. Holy hell.
“It is warm in here.” Amanda smirked.
Luckily, Ava wasn’t looking in Amanda’s direction.
Gabi hated to think she was going to have to kill these women, since she’d just become friends with them. Their teasing reminded her of Max’s constant joking. Maybe it was a hockey thing.
Max.
How was it possible that he could continually surprise her and keep her on her toes?
Her body still tingled from his touch and her quick, yet consuming, orgasm.
She couldn’t wait to do that again.