Page 122 of Wrong Pucking Player

A second later, the stream is cut off, leaving me drenched in frigid water.

“Well, holy pucking shit!” I curse. “MY PLACE IS HAUNTED!”

“It’s not haunted,” Armani groans, making me realize he’s next to me on my right.

“What the fuck, Leo?” Wyatt snaps, confirming he’s on my left.

“Sorry! Sorry. Shit. We were putting the glass panels in the closet, which is why I knocked to let you guys know it’ll be in there. Didn’t realize Oliver would knock into the switch box that controls the emergency sprinkler system in this suite.”

“The sprinkler is right there?” Armani huffs. “She can’t fucking stay here. If she cooks, lights a candle, or even smokes, it’ll trigger it right away and set it off. All her shit will get soaked! You can’t replace her valuables.”

He sounds pissed as hell. Enough that I’m reaching out to hold his hand.

“Oscar. Relax.”

That seems to catch his attention as he looks into my eyes.

He’s mad, really mad.

I need some sort of damage control here.

“I haven’t brought anything valuable here yet,” I emphasize while speaking a tad slow, so he gets every word. “Just my scrubs for the internship and some pajamas. Literally, everything I own fits in that gym bag over there. Nothing of mine will get damaged.”

He breathes from his nostrils as he tries to tame his anger.

“You’re drenched. You were just sick this morning. You can get worse.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him. “I have some gym tights and a sports bra to change into.”

“That won’t be enough,” he growls.

“Let me change and see?” I offer, then lean to him so he can focus solely on me and not the problem at hand. “Seriously, Oscar, I’m okay. This can be cleaned up, yes?”

He needs a few seconds before he slowly nods.

“Can you put my dessert back? Let me change real quick.” I turn my head to my left, realizing Wyatt is gone.

“Where did Wyatt go?”

“Uh…” Leo begins and glances back in the hall. “He’s checking the switch, I think. Let me go help. I’ll also get a mop to clean this up.”

“Alright,” I reply and watch him leave.

Turning my attention to Armani only results in his hands gripping my cheeks and his lips crushing mine. It takes me by surprise, my eyes widening at the deepened kiss that makes my insides burn with lust and heat.

He breaks it just as fast, the two of us breathing hard while staring at one another. I’m sure my expression is completely baffled while my body is still dripping with water, but I can see what he’s fighting to hide.

Scared?

He’s scared?

Why is he scared?

“Oscar?” My voice is tender. “Come back to me.”

He blinks a few times before he takes a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Sorry, Kenzie.”

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