I stumble backward and nearly wipe out. I would have wiped out if Cam hadn’t caught me with his hand.
“Savannah.” His expression flips from flirty to contrite in an instant.
“I—I have to go.”
I turn and walk out onto the ice so I can unhook the nets. My face is so hot I feel like I’ve been sunbathing in Florida, and the butterflies dancing inside my stomach refuse to settle down.
Holy, holy shit.
* * *
Cameron
That got way out of hand. I just got back to town and I managed to scare Savannah onto the ice where she’s now sliding around on her shoes like she’s trying to take off and fly, anything to get away from me.
I know she’s attracted to me, and not just because she asked me to take her virginity. It’s the way she blushes every time we get close to each other and how her pulse throbs in her neck whenever I touch her.
But I’d promised myself I’d be patient with her, and I blew it just now. I came on too strong, and I’d take it back if I could. I want to follow her out onto the ice and apologize, but I know that will just send her running. And I’ve got a sales call right after practice so my apology will have to wait until tomorrow. I reluctantly turn away and head over to the practice bench with the cooler.
* * *
Savannah
I slide my way across the ice, enjoying not feeling stuck to the ground as I try to stop thinking about Cam and what just happened. I fled like I was being chased when he flirted with me. Who does that?
Me, that’s who. A twenty-two year old virgin.
When I finish with the nets, I stand there numb for a second.
Time to leave the ice, Savannah.I give the goalposts a quick once-over, and then I take a seat as far away from the players’ bench as possible.
I spend the next hour going over plays and formations with Eric. Once we’re finished, I return to my office and lock up for the night.
* * *
The next day, Cam sticks his head into the open door of my office. He’s wearing a suit and a sexy black tie to match his jacket. I raise my hand in a little wave.
“I brought lunch,” he says, his handsome face breaking into a smile. “Are you free?”
“Sure.” I gesture to the two bags of Chinese food in his hands. “That smells delicious.”
As he steps further inside my office, he locks eyes with me. “Savannah, I’m sorry about yesterday. I hope you know you can trust me.”
I stand up from my desk and try to sound casual when I answer him. “I do. And you have nothing to apologize for.”
“Were you scared?”
His question hangs in the air.
“A little,” I admit. “More like nervous.”
“Care to tell me why?”
I shift from one foot to the other. “Virgin nerves, I guess.”
He nods and holds up the bags of food. “Let’s eat.”
We take seats on the couch, and Cam puts the bags of food on the coffee table. I help him dish out the food.
