Page 56 of Untouchable Player

He sits up and kisses me, and it’s surprisingly slow and tender.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Mm, yes, very okay.” I think my IQ has temporarily dropped by like twenty points. My brain losing the battle for blood supply.

I climb off his lap and let him go clean up in the bathroom. When he comes back, I’ve put my shirt on. He watches me from the corner of his eye as he get dressed.

“You’ve got a nice body,” he says.

I snort, “you’vegot a nice body.”

“There’s more than one version of nice.” He shrugs.

He stands there looking awkward for a second before asking me if I want him to leave.

No.

“You can hang out while I study if you want.”

“I don’t have any books with me or anything.”

I try not to be disappointed. Jesse Engels is not and will never be my boyfriend. He is a hockey player I was tutoring and am now ‘fooling around’ with because I don’t want to be a 21-year old virgin. I’m not sure what his motivation is behind it. Getting laid I guess?

I show him out and he lingers like he’s going to kiss me, but doesn’t.

I take my books out and open my computer, but I can’t focus. In that bed behind me, moments ago, I had a hot guy with his pants, not quite off, but definitely pulled down, and his cock in my hand. How am I supposed to get my head around this?

The surprise on my parents’ faces when I came downstairs and asked if I could get a ride with them to the arena was priceless.

Mom’s happiness is palpable and worth sitting through the awkward car journey, while they have a stilted, overly polite conversation up front and I text Katie to check she’s still coming.

‘Like I’d miss you ogling your fuck buddy!’

My face flushes and I hope my mom doesn’t turn around right now.

‘He is not my ‘fuck buddy’’

‘Potato po-ta-to’

How the hell did she just do that over text?

We arrive at the arena for the team’s first game of the pre-season against Denver, Dad parking his BMW away from any of the bigpick-up trucks that might ding his wing mirror accidentally on purpose.

He’s wearing one of his usual suits and my mom is all dressed up in a white Chanel dress. Dad takes his jacket off to put around her when we find our seats because she looks cold and I look away.

I find Katie weaving through the crowd with a hot dog and a two bottles of beer.

“My parents are here,” I hiss under my breath.

Katie beams at my mom and they hug like old girlfriends.

“Nate can have one beer right?” she says.

“Sure, live a little!”

I wait for my dad to say something, but he just side-eyes the beer and looks away.

When Katie takes a seat next to me, I lean in and remind her not to say anything about Jesse.

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