Page 19 of Daring the Hockey Player
"Giving you back your jersey." I shove it at him, but he doesn't take it.
"I gave it to you," he says, and I swear that he's steaming. His gaze moves over my body. "You can't wearthatin here. Ice Dragon fans only."
I exhale a heavy laugh. "Okay." I put my purse on his table along with his jersey and reach for the hem of the Island Bruisers jersey that I'm wearing, pulling it up.
Jasper stops me before I even reach my stomach.
"What the hell are you doing?" he growls into my ear, his hands on mine, not letting me remove the jersey.
"Undressing."
His eyes are wide like two saucers. "In public?"
"I have something on underneath," I say.
He drops his hands and watches me slowly inch the Island Bruisers jersey over my head, removing it.
I stand in front of him in an Ice Dragons jersey with the name Greyson on the back. I still wasn't smart enough to take note of which brother's jersey I was wearing. I'd been so focused on watching Jasper that I hadn't even noticed his number. Some fan I am.
"Burn that monstrosity," Jasper says, nodding toward the blue jersey in my hands.
"You're not burning my jersey," I say.
"You only need one." Jasper stares at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He's pleased with the surprise that I had underneath my clothes. "Whose number are you wearing?"
I spin around and hear him scoff.
"My brother? Seriously, Amber?"
My cheeks burn, and I glance down at my hands. "It was a fifty-fifty shot when I bought it at the store."
"Give her credit for at least having something other than the Bruisers jersey on underneath," his friend says.
"Amber, this is Noah," Jasper introduces us.
"Nice to meet you," I say, smiling weakly.
"Join us," Noah chimes. "Jasper has been staring at his phone for the past hour."
"We haven't been here an hour," Jasper snarls at Noah.
"Hot date?" I ask, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I glance back over my shoulder at Charlotte, who seems to have disappeared. She ditched me.
Jasper merely shakes his head no. He doesn’t say a word.
The guys shift around, and I grab an empty stool, sitting beside Jasper. "Good game tonight," I say and push the dirty jersey he gave me back on the bar table in front of him.
Jasper leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. "You do know most girls would fawn over a player giving them the jersey off their back?"
"I'm not most girls," I say, staring at him. "And your jersey stinks." I pick it up and shove it in his face.
Noah laughs hard, wiping his eyes. "I like this girl. Where'd you find her?" Noah can't stop laughing, and I relax, the anxiety slowly slipping away as I grow comfortable around Jasper and his friends.
Jasper shoves the jersey out of his face, and I swear his eyes are watering.
"You know Emerson, Kyler's fiancée," Jasper says, glancing at his buddy. "This is her little sister, Amber."
"How'd you know where to find us? Ask around?" Noah asks.
