Page 81 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
That’s why I went outside.
He called me, and it was noisy as fuck in that bar.
Panic hits me, and my eyes jump to the clock. But I sigh in relief when I realize I still have an hour before he’s meant to be picking me up for breakfast.
Definitely too early for a Saturday morning.
“H-hey,” I croak when I finally lift my cell to my ear.
“Ah, good morning to you to, Care Bear.”
“It’stoo early.”
“Did you go out drinking with Parker last night?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Guilt knots my stomach as I think about being in the same bar as the team. Sure, I only really spoke to Linc and Kodie; the others kept their distance. But still, it goes against everything he used to tell me.
That was years ago, though.
“Maybe,” I answer coyly.
“Sorry I interrupted your night. I just heard something you might be interested in.”
“Oh?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
“Are you still good for breakfast?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“Wait,” I cry before he has a chance to hang up. “What’s the thing I might be interested in?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out. See you in an hour.”
“That’s not fair,” I complain.
He chuckles down the line before hanging up.
I humph as I drop my cell to the bed.
Such a tease.
With no other choice, I throw the covers back and pad to the bathroom to attempt to make myself presentable enough to step out of the building.
After two coffees and a shower, I feel a little more alive.
I didn’t drink that much last night, just enough to have a nice buzz going, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like I pulled an all-nighter.
I know why I feel hungover.
It’s him.
The effect his touch has on me. His almost kiss.
I tossed and turned all night, my head full of filthy dreams of what I want to do to him.
Getting myself off only scratched the surface.
