“Everything. Tacos, enchiladas, fajitas, ceviche, huevos rancheros, guac, posole, beans and rice, and three different types of salsa. Oh and churros.”
“And grilled chicken breast.” I stare at the plate with three massive slabs of chicken breast.
Liam takes the chair next to me and stabs a fork into the hunk of chicken. “Gotta get my protein in. Training camp starts next week.”
I watch him, mesmerized at just how cute and hot he looks right now. He’s wearing a pair of gray joggers that hang low on his hips and no shirt. His biceps flex as he grabs a plate and hands it to me. I thank him and stare at his abs and chest muscles pulsing with the movement.
When he finishes the chicken breast, he downs some water and catches me looking at him.
The corner of his mouth hooks up. “What?” he says through a sexy half-grin. “Am I eating like a barbarian? Is it grossing you out?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s kinda hot, actually.”
He laughs and offers me some chicken, but I tell him no, thanks.
I grab a taco and take a bite. The burst of flavor ignites my appetite. “Carne asada,” I say around a mouthful. “So good.”
For the next few minutes, we eat in comfortable silence. I offer a taco to Liam. He accepts with a smile and kisses my cheek.
He takes a massive bite, demolishing half the taco.
“I forget how much you need to eat,” I tease.
He chews and swallows. “It takes a lot to fuel this vessel.”
I laugh. “Remember that taco eating contest freshman year at the Mexican place near campus? You won that by a landslide. It wasn’t even close.”
He smiles. “That’s the proudest moment of my life, next to being drafted into the NHL.”
“God, how many did you manage to eat in twenty minutes? Thirty?”
He winks at me. “Forty.”
I laugh.
“I tried to break my record each year, remember?” He finishes the taco and grabs another one. “I didn’t break it until junior year…” He trails off, his smile fading. His gaze falls to his lap. “You weren’t with me then. I, uh, think that was when you started distancing yourself from me after you overheard what I said at the party…”
Pain flashes in his eyes when he looks up at me. My chest aches.
He grabs my hand. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he says softly.
I stand up and sit on his lap. He slinks his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
I cup his face in my hands. “You don’t have to keep apologizing, Liam. It was a misunderstanding. I understand now why you said it.”
He blinks, and the pain melts from those beautiful blue eyes. He looks down at my chest. I’m wearing one of his t-shirts, which is as big as a dress on me.
“I like seeing you wearing my clothes.”
I smile. “Yeah?”
He nods. “It’s sexy as fuck. I wanna see you wear my Wolves jersey someday.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
He grins and nods. My phone buzzes with an alert. I swipe it from the table and see the latest weather update.
“Looks like the worst of the storm has passed. Just some heavy rain for the rest of today into tomorrow,” I tell Liam.
