Didn’t need to know that.
Because now that’s all I’m going to think about.
That and the way she was able to unhinge her jaw.
“Ooo, was that TMI?” she asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “Just surprised, as I haven’t met a girl without a gag reflex.” I pause and tilt my head. “Shit, that sounded bad.”
She chuckles. “Ooo, tell me more.”
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“Damn.” She smirks. “And the conversation was just about to get good.”
“Doyou think if you played tonight, they would have scored more?” Blakely asks, turning toward me in bed.
The boys won but by the skin of their teeth. Pacey was working overtime in front of the net, not letting one goal pass, while Hornsby and Posey defended the goal well. Silas scored the one goal for the team, leaving it to a one to zero win.
I was pretty nervous there for a second.
“I don’t know,” I say. “The Yetis seemed like they were on their A game today. They’re a quick team. I’m honestly surprised Posey and Hornsby were able to keep up.” I consider it. “Probably would have scored a goal.”
She chuckles. “Ooo, a little bit of cockiness. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“There’s still a lot you don’t know about me that would probably surprise you,” I reply.
“Is that a challenge to ask you a question?”
“Could be,” I say.
“Hmm, okay. Well, I know that you like blueberry-flavored things. I know that you like to read and, despite liking to read, you don’t have bookshelves for all of your books, which drives me a little nutty. I know that you somehow formed a bond with a plant named Sherman.” If only she knew the truth about that. Although, when I pass by him, I do feel a kinship toward him now. “I know that you’re protective and kind and care about your friends and was a bit of a hellion when you were younger. That seems like a lot.”
“Only the tip of the iceberg,” I say.
“Well, I will say this, you’re not as shy as I initially thought you were. More just quiet, but it seems like when you’re comfortable, you open up. Does that sound right?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“So that means you’re comfortable with me?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t let you in this bed or take care of Sherman if I wasn’t comfortable with you.”
“Makes sense.” She shifts an inch or so and I can feel her body heat—it lights my skin on fire. “So tell me something I don’t know.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know. Be more specific.”
“Okay.” She pauses, giving it some thought. “What’s your best memory?”
And here I thought she was going to ask something like what my favorite color is, but she’s diving deeper. I like that.
“Best memory? Well, I have a few but they all revolve around the same thing. Playing hockey out on the frozen pond with my brothers Hayden and Holden.”
“Oh right, you have an older brother. Do you see him much?”
I roll my teeth over my bottom lip. “No. I haven’t seen him since Holden’s funeral.”
She sits up on her elbow. “Wait, really?”
