Page 51 of Two Guys One Puck
I scowl at my phone, knowing I can’t really be mad at him for leaving, but my emotions from the game are still strong.
Ktytor: If you don’t want to hold up your end of the bet.
Seaborn: Excuse me? I didn’t lose.
Ktytor: Neither did I.
Seaborn: So who gets who.
Ktytor: Fight me for it.
Seaborn: where?
Ktytor: don’t you have a place?
Seaborn: I have roommates. Don’t you have a hotel room?
Ktytor: we share rooms.
Fuck. I clench my hands into fists and throw a punch at the brick wall, only stopping my hand an inch from it. I can’t risk breaking my hand at the beginning of the season. I need an outlet, and I don’t want to sit with my thoughts because then I’ll have to confront why I want that to be with Seaborn so badly.Hockey should be enough for me.
Seaborn: My roommates are out.
Seaborn: but they can’t see you leave.
Ktytor: Give me your address.
He sends me a location, and I follow it, glad it’s not too far from the rink. My ass is bruised, and I need to save my energy for the fight I know is coming the second we are alone.
Ktytor: I’m here.
Seaborn pulls the door open immediately like he’s been waiting behind it.
“Impatient much?”
He steps out and looks around before gesturing me in.
I bend down to unlace my boots while he hovers like a ball of nervous energy. “Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. You’re not risking your team finding out.”
I set my boots on the mat and straighten up. “Lead the way.”
“You can’t leave those there.”
“You think your mates will recognize my boots?” I pick them up.
“They’re men’s boots.”
I grin. “Right. Can’t let that detail out.”
“Like you aren’t doing the same. You know it would risk our recruitment.”
I shrug like I don’t care, but he’s right. “Then maybe we should get out of the entryway.”
He turns and gestures for me to follow. The place is nice. A townhouse, not typical student housing. I cannot imagine what a place like this costs in Manhattan. Boston is bad enough on rent. New York is one of the only places in the country that’s worse. Seaborn walks upstairs and goes into the first bedroom. It’s quaint, with blue LED lights around the frame of the bed and under the desk, lots of photos pinned to the wall, and tonsof plants, some of them with their own lights. He wasn’t kidding about liking them.
I drop my boots inside the door and lean against the edge of his desk. “Take your clothes off.”
