While I’m barely keeping it together.
I pull on my clothes as my phone buzzes in my cubby. The screen lights up, and the notification is from Prism. I grab my phone and swipe into the message, eager to see what he’s said now. Yeah. Addicted. That’s me, apparently.
SlowBurn69: That sweet little whimper you make when you’re close? That’s gonna live in my head all day.
My stomach flips.
I glance over at him, but he’s already on his feet, slinging his duffel over his shoulder, towel tucked inside. His hair’s still damp, darkened at the roots. And he doesn’t even glance back.
Just…walks out.
As if we didn’t just cross every damn line there is.
As if he didn’t call me baby in the shower and shove me under the water so I wouldn’t get caught with his cum in my mouth.
“Earth to Todd,” Eli says, tossing a rolled-up sock at me from across the aisle.
I blink and snag it midair on instinct. “What?”
“You good?” he asks, brow raised. “You look like someone stole your puppy.”
Daniel snorts, shoving his skates into his bag. “You two still beefing, or did you finally kiss and make up?”
“Shut up,” I mutter, face flushing. We did way more than kiss.
They laugh, and I force myself to act normal—whatever the hell that means anymore. I finish tying mysneakers and swipe my phone off the shelf, stuffing it into my hoodie pocket like it hasn’t become the most dangerous thing in my life.
Because it is.
I have no idea how to look Logan in the eye and pretend this thing between us doesn’t exist. But I sure as hell can’t let anyone else see it.
Not the guys. Not Coach. Not the scouts.
No one.
Because if they do?
If anyone catches on?
I lose everything.
THIRTEEN
LOGAN
I keepmy eyes on the puck. Mostly.
Todd’s out here flying like someone lit a fire under his skates, and I know damn well it’s not the usual drive for drills. He’s buzzing with something else. Or trying to skate it off.
Probably me.
And I should leave it alone. Really, I should. But the memory of him jacking off and then falling to his knees to suck me in the showers yesterday is enough to have me on edge. My eyes are locked on the curve of his back and the way his sweat-darkened collar clings to his neck.
It’s messed up, but I kind of love watching him try to act normal—like he didn’t fall apart at my feet, like I don’t know what he sounds like when he comes.
“Dude.” Daniel’s voice cuts in next to me from the crease. “You gonna keep staring at Shaw’s ass or are you gonna cover the right side like Coach asked?”
I snap my eyes forward, heart skipping. “Relax. I’ve got it.”
