"Woah."
"Whoops!" Brett says, snatching the phone and shoving it between his thighs. "Sorry about that."
My hand flies to my mouth as my head snaps up, and when it does, I lock eyes with Drew, who's now standing, nearly crushing the cardboard cup in his hand. My whole upper-half grows warm as his burning gaze mixes with my memory of an all but naked Brett.
"I didn't mean to turn you on like that," Burns whispers in my ear, my face clearly pink.
I swing in his direction, my eyes wide. "Oh, no. Brett, you didn't—"
"I told you, InstaBrooke… the Burns' Effect is strong."
I snort out another laugh despite my growing awkwardness, but don't get a chance to argue his point. Instead, Drew's shadow hovers over me, and when I follow it to meet his face, it's heated and hungry—completely bothered.
"Burnsey, I need to steal her for a second." He speaks to Brett, but he's looking at me. I scan the room, anxious that someone may notice his presence, but if they do, they don't dare say a word to their captain.
"Oh, yeah, no worries, bud. Sorry, you know how strong the Burns' Eff—"
"Now," he says in my direction. "Please."
I look at Brett, who gives me a coy smile. Deciding there is so much more to him than meets the eye, I squeeze his arm before standing. I look to Drew for direction, and he nods toward the door. When he places his hand on my lower back, every memory of the day we had, and my conversation with Brett, comes rushing back to me.
All wrapped up as one needy reminder.
32
Drew
"Where am I going?" Brooke whispers from over her shoulder.
With my hand still on her lower back, I guide her further down the hallway. "Just keep walking," I grind out, casually grinning at the janitor emptying the trash can in the trainer's room.
She continues speed-walking, yelping when I pull on her shirt and drag her down the next hallway. "God, this place is like a freaking maze." Brooke searches the walls for any clues as to where we might be headed. I move in front of her when it hits a dead end and scan my thumb over the sensor. "See, I thought this hallway led to the..." Her voice trails off as the door swings open to exactly where she expected it to. "Drew, why are we in the tunnel?"
Pulling her through the opening, I slam the door shut and press her back against the wall. "Because the ice is the only place my team won't be on an off day." I search her eyes for understanding, but before my point can register, I crash my lips to hers.
Brooke inhales sharply, then reaches for my waist, scrunching up the hem of my shirt at either hip.
"This is killing me," I say, reluctantly pulling back.
She pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize my lips were so deadly."
I huff out a laugh. "Oh, they are." I bend forward, taking her bottom one between my teeth and biting gently. "But I meanthis." I throw my arms out and look around. "Keeping you a secret."
"Not much longer," she pants, dragging her nails down my back.
I arch into her touch, pinning her hips to the wall behind her with my own. "Thank God. I can't even fucking look at you with someone else knowing they don't understand you're mine."
She brings her palms to my chest, blocking my movement to kiss her again. "Wait, are you talking about Brett?" She giggles, and I clench my teeth—all the response she needs. "Did you know he has a cat?"
"Yes," I say bluntly, fighting her resistance for another kiss.
"He's funny."
Kiss.
"I know."
Kiss.
