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“I’ll be there.” I turn my back on the door and mentally curse myself when I spot the remote sitting innocently on the end of my bed.

Chapter 17

Caleb

Tobie slips into the arena,head down, clutching the straps of her bag like it’s the only thing keeping her on her feet.

I watch her as she walks down the stairs and slips into a seat a few rows up from the rink. She’s wearing a pair of high-waisted jeans and a white tank top with an almost see-through white shirt over it. She looks good.

Even though she’s here to play pretend girlfriend, it’s like she doesn’t want anyone to notice her.

But I do.

I should have my eye on Coach or the assistant coaches, but ever since she walked in, I can’t get that noise I heard the other day out of my head.

Something slams into the back of my leg, and I twist around, glaring. “What the fuck?”

Javier skates up to me, skidding to a stop and sending up a spray of ice. “I’ve been calling your name for the last two minutes. What’s going on with you?” His eyes flick to Tobie, and the wrinkles on his forehead smooth out. “Ah… I see exactly what’s up.”

Reid cups his hands around his mouth and shouts her name. Her cheeks turn flame-red as she gives him a small smile.

I grab Javier and turn him away. “I saw something the other day. No. Iheardsomething.”

Instantly, he looks intrigued. “What?”

“I stopped by Tobie’s room to tell her about practice.”

“And?”

I quickly glance around to make sure no one is close enough to overhear. Coach is screaming at Paxton, so we have a couple of minutes before he pulls us together again. I lean closer to Javier.

“She wouldn’t answer the door at first. I thought her head was hurting, and I should get Doc to check her out. Then she did, and she was wearing a robe and looked…” my voice trails off as I scramble for a word I already know.

Beautiful.

She looked fucking beautiful, hair all tousled and sexy, and strangely embarrassed.

Javier snaps his fingers in front of my face, and I yank my head back.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I glare.

“You were drooling.”

I stare at him.

He laughs. “What happened?”

I glance at Tobie and lower my voice further, even though there’s no chance she could hear me from the stands. “She slammed the door in my face, and I swear I heard her orgasm.”

It had been soft, breathy, and intensely arousing.

Walking down the stairs with a hard-on had been painful.

Seriously-fucking-painful.

It had been a miracle no one had noticed the tent in my pants as I crossed the quad to get back to my dorm. I’d spent ten minutes under a cold shower, and it hadn’t been enough.

I still can’t shake that sound out of my head, and I need to know what she’d been thinking of. Had I said something to trigger it?

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