Page 51 of Fear of Falling

“Text me tomorrow, bestie.” Mila planted a kiss on my cheek and let me go, Bryton wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I will,” I said with a grin.

“Bye guys,” Bryton nodded at Wyatt and Trevor. “Good to see you again, Josie.”

“You too.” I watched as he gently led an intoxicated Mila to their car. She continued chatting away without a care in the world.

“Got to love a drunk Mila,” Trevor laughed. “That’s my cue to go, too.” I stepped aside as he and Wyatt did their bro-handshake thing guys always seemed to do.

“It was nice getting to know you a bit better, Josie.” Surprising me, Trevor bent down and hugged me. He was even taller than Wyatt, and I felt tiny compared to him—my head only came to his chest.

True to Mila’s word, Trevor was a nice guy. Sure, he was intimidating as hell on the ice, but off it, once you got past his bravado, he was a softy. His jibes back and forth with Mila were entertaining as hell. It was easy to see that Trevor was the life of any party, and someone you instantly liked being around.

With the others now gone, it was just Wyatt and me. All night, I’d tried to ignore the tension between the two of us. The two games of pool we’d played were almost torturous—both of which I lost. While Wyatt limited his physical contact during the second game, he’d continued his little touches every time he brushed past me. Every shot I made he’d murmur ‘good job’ which just turned me on further.

It was hard enough to fight against the increasing sexual energy between us when his friends were around, but now that we were alone once more, it was damn near impossible. Especially with the way his hand caressed the small of my back as he guided me towards his car.

Like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for me, waiting for me to slip into the seat, before shutting it after me. Eagerly, I watched him walk around the front of the car and gracefully fold his lean body into the driver's seat.

“How did you like the game tonight?” Wyatt asked once he’d pulled out into the street, heading in the direction of our apartment building.

“It was amazing being so close to the ice. Way more intense than watching it on T.V.”

“You mean you’ve never been to a game before?” He glanced over at me in surprise.

I shook my head. “Growing up, we never really had the money to go. So, my dad and I made it our tradition to watch the games on the television together. So today was like ticking off a bucket-list item for both of us.”

“Well, I am glad you came.”

“You played amazingly.” I switched the subject.

“It felt…good tonight. Like the old me,” he confessed.

“I know it’s hard coming back with an injury but,” I glanced over at him in the dim dashboard light. “You were born to be on the ice.”

I wasn’t sure how much my words meant to him, but it was important to me that he knew that. Seeing him play in person was magical. I’d been so caught up in my feelings for him, that it had momentarily escaped me that he was one of the best ice-hockey players of this generation. I couldn’t possibly find the words to describe how great a player he was.

He just needs to believe in himself again.

“Maybe you’re my good luck charm,” he murmured.

“Maybe I am,” I teased. “Should I bring a huge sign to the next game? Make sure you can see me in the crowd?”

“For sure. How doesWyatt Boone is the best hockey player in the world,sound?”

“Best player in the world? Hm, that's quite the stretch.”

“Did you not see the winning goal in the final seconds?” His eyes darted back and forth between the road to me and back again.

“Eh, it was okay,” I shrugged, trying my best to keep my expression neutral. “Now Trevor on the other hand.”

Wyatt’s hand left the gear shift as he reached over and grabbed my knee, causing me to jerk at his touch.

“Want to say that again?”

“Trevor,” It was all I managed to get out before he squeezed my knee so that I almost jumped out of my seat. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh as I squirmed in my seat. “Okay, okay fine!” I giggled.

“I thought so.” He released the pressure on my knee but kept his hand there.

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