Page 67 of A Game Of Love

His eyes search mine as he swallows hard. “That makes one of us.”

My heart hurts. I want to take his face into mine so badly; to kiss him, tell him I love him, tell him we’re going to be okay.

I settle for, “I’m so proud of you, Toby.” My eyes well up with tears. “For asking for help, for wanting to be better. Fordoingbetter. I’m so damn proud of you.”

His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring as his eyes flick between mine. “Do you know how fucking hard it is not to kiss you right now?” he growls, low so only I can hear.

“I’m right there with you,” I breathe out, belly heating with want for him.

“Tonight, are you doing anything?” he asks, and I shake my head no. “Go out with me.”

My lips curve into a smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He nods, a smile finding his own.

He turns his attention back to the ice, as do I.

We sit side by side, cheering on the team with every good pass, block, and goal.

Like a moth to a flame, I can’t help that my body leans towards him, shoulder against his, holding myself up.If someone looks too close, it might seem like there’s hardly enough room on the bench for me, so I have to be close.

Soon—I hope to god soon—I’ll just be able to be with Toby. No hiding, no pretending. Just us, together.

As I sit here, so damn close to him, all I can think about is the other night.

He told me I was his first. For pretty much everything.Me.His first time having sex. When he told me that, I wanted to cry with happiness.

Knowing that no other woman has known what it felt like to have Toby inside of them gave me some kind of primal satisfaction.

My eyes find the clock, heart pounding as I see the seconds count down. Both Toby and I stand, eyes on the puck.

The other team gets it close to our net, but Bishop blocks it, passing it to another teammate.

Our team takes it down the ice, dodging and passing. They pull back their stick and slap it forward, sending it right into the net and breaking the tie.

My eyes go wide as I grin like a fool. Both of us start to cheer like crazy.

The team goes nuts, as does the crowd.

Once they’re done celebrating, the team skates over. Quickly, I rush to leave, knowing it’s about to get wild in this box.

Just as I’m about to step out, someone grabs my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” a deep voice asks. I spin around to find a very sweaty, very sexy Bishop looking down at me.

“Congratulations!” I cheer, beaming up at him.

He ducks down, claiming my lips in a punishing kiss. “Thanks, baby,” he murmurs. “Wanna celebrate?”

The smile falls from my face as guilt swims in my belly. “I... I, ahh, made plans with Toby.”

I didn’t even think about celebrating if the guys won.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He grins, kissing the tip of my nose. “Go, have fun. Do you mind if I hang out with the team?”

My brows furrow together. “No, of course not. Why would I?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. A lot of the guys’ girlfriends have issues with them drinking and hanging out. With the puck bunnies and all.”

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