Page 157 of Collide
When we exited the arena, Summer rounded us up, and we shuffled into a car. The guys, Cassie, and Amara piled into the back. Apparently, Amara’s date, Bennett, said we could borrow his van. Summer invited the rest of the team, but they were still getting wasted. Our bus back to Dalton leaves tomorrow afternoon, so we have tonight to celebrate.
“You can give me a hint. Come on, I’m too drunk to even remember it long enough to spoil it for anyone,” Kian says loudly, even though he thinks he's whispering.
Summer blows out a breath. “You’ll see it with everyone else. I’m not playing favorites.”
“I’m your favorite? I knew it,” he whispers excitedly. “Did you hear that? I’m Sunny’s favorite, you all can suck it.”
The car erupts in grumbles, most of them telling him to shut up or threatening to throw him out the window. Which I’d be all for because he’s been jabbering the entire drive. An exhausted Eli made us pull over earlier because Dylan placed the godforsaken wedding cake topper on Kian’s seat. He managed to separate them, but that meant Kian was directly behind the driver’s seat, annoying us.
“I feel like a bad boyfriend for making you drive.”
Summer glances at me, probably noticing I’ve sobered up a great deal because two hours ago at the arena, I was singing her love songs and holding her tight.
“You’re my passenger princess. Just look pretty and tell me the wrong directions,” she says, patting my thigh.
I intertwine our hands. “Are you sure your parents are okay with this?”
“Yup. My mom loves you, so I didn’t even have to finish asking before she said yes. She even watched your game on TV. Divya Preston is a big fan.”
“That’s sweet. I should probably check my phone, but I glanced at it earlier, and it gave me a headache.”
“Just relax today. You can go back to being a disciplined captain tomorrow.”
“And tonight?” The heavy look I send her makes her blush and turn to the road.
When we arrive at the Boston Harbor, everyone gawks at the vessel. Summer shoots out instructions that go over poorly with our drunken group. But somehow, we manage to get everyone into cabins.
“Lastly, this is our room.” Summer kicks off her shoes and lies flat on the bed.
I notice a box beside her. “And what’s this?”
“For you.” She smiles.
Opening it, I pull out the black lingerie. The sheer fabric of the tiny one-piece is butter smooth. “If this is my reward, I don’t think I’ll ever lose.”
“I thought you’d want to check it off my bucket list.”
I drag her mouth to mine and kiss her hungrily.
“Wait.” She pulls away. “There’s one more thing.” She pulls an envelope from the box. I’m still opening it when she blurts, “It’s tickets to Toronto.”
I’m stunned. “You’re coming with me?”
“For two weeks. Before I have to come back for my program start date. I thought I could show you around, and we can start this long-distance thing off right. It’s not too much, is it?”
“It’s perfect. Thank you, baby.” She blushes as I lower her onto the bed. “Now, put this on so I can fulfill your bucket list.” As I unbuckle my belt, I feel a metal object in my pocket. I almost forgot I had it.
I pull out the fuzzy pink handcuffs. “Can’t forget these.”
She giggles between my kisses, tugging off my sweater. “I brought something for you too.”
“Hmm?”
“Maple syrup,” she whispers.
I groan, hastily trying to remove her top. A hard knock startles us both. “Is your dad here?” I ask in horror.
“What—No, why would he be here?”
