Page 25 of Skating the Blue Line
“Definitely but I was thinking sometime in the next few days.”
Chloe’s eyes pop open right away, as if she wasn’t expecting for those words to come out of my mouth.
“You really want to see a one-night stand more than once?” she asks, her tone full of wonder.
She’s cute if she thought this was really a one time thing. I thought I made it clear last night that it wasn’t, no matter how much my brain wanted me to keep it that way.
I should keep it that way. This should only be for one night, especially with the season starting soon but I sure as hell don’t want to.
“You’re hell of a lot more than a one-night stand, Chloe.” I say, sweeping my thumb along her lower lip.
She is silent for a few seconds, just looking at me with those hazel eyes of hers, not giving me a single clue as to what she might be thinking.
For a small moment or two, I think that I’m possibly reading too much into all of this. I’ve only spent a handful of hours with this woman, and I’m planning ahead, and thinking and getting excited about when I’m going to see her after this.
I’m usually the guy that is completely fine with spending the night with someone and leaving without a word.
One and done, that’s it. Not seeing Chloe after tonight, though, feels wrong.
But maybe I’m the only one that feels that way.
Chloe pushes herself up into a sitting position and places a hand against my bare chest, the movements of fingers gentle.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she says, her hand making its way up to my neck and sliding into my hair, bringing my face closer to hers.
This girls isn’t shy about what she wants and its such a fucking turn on.
A smirk lands on my face as we close the distance between us and my mouth is almost on hers, almost tasting her sweetness one more time, when my phone goes off.
I would ignore it, but given the song that’s blaring from the stupid thing, I know it’s Christian. The asshole always finds a way into my phone and changes my ringtone. No matter the passcode.
If I ignore the fucker, though, he’s just going to keep calling.
“You have Bad Bunny as your ringtone?” Chloe asks, sounding like she wants to laugh.
“My friend’s doing.” I grumble, standing up from the bed and finishing getting dressed.
“Your friend?” A small chuckle leaves her like she definitely doesn’t believe me.
I wouldn’t believe me either if I hadn’t met the guy.
“Yup, I’ll tell you more about him over dinner.” I say, throwing on my jacket, followed by my socks.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” she answers, giving me a sexy smile when I turn back to look at her.
“It’s a date then,” I say, leaning down and giving her one more kiss. “I wrote my number down and left it on top of your phone. I expect you to use it.”
“And if I don’t?” Her voice is filled with mischief.
“I know where you live.”
“Darn, I didn’t think that through,” she says, her smile growing.
“You definitely did not.” One more kiss for the road. “I’ll see you later.”
With a giggle from Chloe, and one final look, I walk out of her apartment in a high that I haven’t felt in my personal life in a while.
I’ve only gotten this feeling in the last couple of years because of hockey.
