Page 55 of Breakaway to You

“Oh, and why is that?” she asked, her feigned innocence bringing a goofy smile to my face.

“Lately I’ve been looking forward to my physical therapy sessions more than practice.”

“Wow.” She gave me a look of satisfaction. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words come out of your mouth.”

I chuckled. “Me neither.”

“You must have a great physical therapist.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing.” I gave her a mischievous grin before I reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me, causing her to fall on top of me.

“Zeke!” She squealed with laughter, as I wrapped my arms around her.

“What?”

“We need to be professional at work,” she admonished but made no move to get up.

“I am. I’m professionally kissing you.” I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “See?”

Now she gave me a mischievous smile. “You call that professional?”

A fire instantly lit inside me at her challenge, a wicked grin tipping the corners of my lips up. “Be careful what you ask for.”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond as my hand came up and grasped the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she kissed me with as much fervor as I was giving her.

Our kisses last night hadn’t been this frenzied. They’d been slow, exploratory. It was as if the hours we’d been apart had been a few too many, and we needed to make up for lost time.

Her hands were in my hair as I let mine roam her body, from her waist to her back to her neck to her hair, and I couldn’t seem to get enough of the feel of her. I loved the way her body felt on top of mine, her soft curves against the tautness of my muscles. The way she molded against me was pure heaven.

A small voice in the back of my mind, like thevery back, told me it wasn’t smart to be making out with my physical therapist on one of the treatment tables, but it was so quiet, I couldn’t be sure it was there at all. Or at least, that was what I told myself. Because I couldn’t stop kissing Piper. Didn’t want to stop kissing her.

“Knock, knock,” a deep voice sing-songed, clearly happy about interrupting.

Piper was up and off of me with so much speed and agility that I questioned if she was the athlete between the two of us. Her cheeks flamed red as she patted her ponytail…that I had thoroughly ruined.

I let out an annoyed sigh. “What do you want, Holden?”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “I didn’t know that kind of physical therapy was available.” I wanted to smack the cheeky expression off his face.

I glared at him. “Shut up.”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Calm down. I was only joking. I know she’s off-limits.”

Good. I couldn’t even think about Piper kissing anyone else, especially one of my teammates, without seeing red. She and I still hadn’t discussed what all our kissing and spending time together meant, but that didn’t seem to matter to me at the moment. I just needed everyone on the team to know she was mine—and mine only.

“The reason I’m here,” he said, bringing my attention back to him, “is to tell you that Coach wants to meet with the team before we take off. I volunteered to come find you because I had a feeling I might find you in a…compromising situation.”

I patted down my hair, grateful Holden had been the one to walk in on us. The team might have thought we were dating, but I didn’t really want one of them walking in on us making out in the therapy room.

“Thank you,” I said to Holden, glad he had my back.

He looked at Piper. “You might want to do something about…” He gestured to her hair. “That.”

She hurried to the large mirror on the wall. Her cheeks, which had started to fade to a pink, went red again at the sight of her messed up ponytail.

Whoops.

I wanted to say that I felt bad, but our kiss had totally been worth it.

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