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“Come on,” I hiss, tugging on Hayden’s hand. “Let’s go before our ice cream melts off.”
With that, I drag Hayden past the lady manager and down the hallway.
We don’t even stop to check if our sundae is still intact. We practically run until we reach the door of the restaurant.
The moment we step outside, we burst out laughing, leaning against each other under the warm glow of the streetlights.
“I hope she didn’t recognize you,” I say, pressing my face against Hayden’s chest. “Otherwise, we’re banned for life from entering these premises.”
Hayden laughs. “I think she was too stunned to see us walk out of that tiny bathroom.”
“My stomach hurts,” I say, still chuckling and laughing.
“Let’s buy some ice cream on the way to your apartment,” Hayden says, wrapping his arm over my shoulders. “I want to see how good it’ll taste when I lick it off your bare ass.”
“Hayden!” I say, slapping his arm at once. “You’re crazy!”
“Nah, I just have a good appetite,” he whispers, leaning in to gently bite my earlobe.
A moan escapes me. “You’re impossible.”
I want to be mad at him but I know it’s not going to last long. Not when I’m feeling so damn exuberant from all the ice cream and orgasm I just had.
“Let’s just go and buy some ice cream,” I mumble, walking forward.
“Yes!” Hayden cheers loudly like he’s just scored a goal.
Shaking my head, I let him wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer as we walk down the campus lane.
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Hayden
My blood thrums with excitement as I walk back to the dorms with Liam at my side. Since it’s a game night tomorrow, Coach and Logan used our practice session to discuss strategy and pump us up with motivational speeches.
Coach didn’t want us to over-exert ourselves right for a big game, so he let us off early to relax and rest tonight.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Liam asks gently, squeezing my hand.
“I’m excited,” I say, glancing at him. “We’ve trained too hard to lose this game against the Gators. My teammates have been pushing past their limits and giving their best during training sessions. We’re ready to win this game!”
“Yes!” Liam cheers, bumping a fist against my shoulder. “I can’t wait to watch you play at a real game.”
An amused grin lifts the corner of my lips. “You’ve been watching me at practice almost every day this past week. Aren’t you satisfied yet?”
He wraps his arm around mine, pulling me closer. Rising on his toes, he captures my lips in a heated kiss.
My eyes close in pure bliss as I dig my fingers into his soft curls, deepening the kiss. He tastes so sweet and pure, I want to drag him into my room and make him stay with me all night.
A huff of disappointment escapes me as I break away though.
“I wish we could spend the night together,” I mumble, looking into his lust-glazed eyes.
“You’ve got to rest and focus on the game,” Liam says in a grim tone, stepping away from me. The look on his face is ridiculously similar to Coach Sullivan’s. “I agreed to walk back with you to the dorms but that is it! I’m not going up to your room.”
An amused chuckle escapes me. “My boyfriend is so damn strict,” I say, kissing his cheek.
He giggles, squeezing my hand tightly. “My academic supervisors are going to be at the game tomorrow. You have no idea how crazy they are about hockey. You can’t let them be disappointed a second time tomorrow. So, you’ve got to win!”
