Page 127 of Game Misconduct
And that I won’t forget what she just gave me.
Not ever.
The silence stretches between us as we step off the ice. Her fingers brush mine as we walk, but she doesn’t grab my hand. Doesn’t need to.
As we change out of our skates, the tension's already there—woven through every movement we make.
It pulses under my skin, right behind my ribs, hotter than it should be for a night skate.
“Ready to head out?” I ask.
Because while I said no sex and I’m trying hard to keep to that, I want to hold her in my bed, skin on skin.
Just to know she’s real and for now, all mine.
She smiles softly, but shakes her head. “Not yet. I want to show you something.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” My voice is rough and low and the look she’s giving me makes my heart pound.
But she doesn’t answer.
Instead, she walks toward the far wall of the rink—one I hadn’t paid much attention to before. Her heels echo faintly now that she’s back in boots. There’s a narrow black panel mounted beside a sleek steel door.
I watch her key in a code and press her thumb to a scanner. The red light turns green. A small screen flashes:CAMERAS DISABLED – PRIVATE ACCESS GRANTED.
She turns over her shoulder, eyes locking with mine.
“Follow me,” she says.
The door opens, and cold air rolls out from a narrow private corridor. Concrete walls. Low lights. Silence.
I follow her.
Every footstep echoes like a countdown.
She doesn’t speak. Just walks ahead with purpose, her spine straight, her chin high. Like this isn’t the first time she’s done this.
But it is the first time it’s meant something.
At the end of the tunnel is a dark wood door with a fingerprint reader and brass lettering I almost miss:
OWNER’S SUITE – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
She presses her thumb. The lock clicks.
And when she opens the door, I stop breathing.
Because there’s no turning back after this.
Not after the way she skated. Not after what I felt watching her. Not after the look in her eyes right now.
“You sure?” I ask, voice hoarse.
She lifts her chin, eyes steady. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t.”
And that’s it.
That’s the end of me.
