I force myself not to snap at anyone. Last thing I need is my dad bailing me out of jail… again… I will never hear the fucking end of it.
We reach a set of stairs, and I curse myself for wearing heels. Note to self: no more heels at hockey games.
When we step into the tunnel, my breath leaves me.
I see Mikey standing there. Looking sexy as fuck in sweatpants and a Vortex hoodie. He is looking like every dream I refuse to admit out loud.
My heart is in my stomach, and my throat has a knot the size of a softball.
“Um… hi, Mikey. ” My voice is barely above a whisper. He looks at me with such intensity that it makes my knees wobble.
“My name’s not Mikey, little dove,” he says with a choky smile, “but I can be your Mikey any night.”
He winks at me, and Mel elbows me so hard I lose my breath
“Kai! What the fuck, man!” Someone shouts. “I told you to wait for me before leaving the lock…” The yelling stops mid-sentence, and I am met with the same hazel eyes I have been seeing in my dreams, locked onto mine.
“Julia? What the fuck are you doing here?”
He runs over, grabs me, and hugs me so tight he lifts me off the ground. My body remembers him instantly, and my lungs forget how to function properly.
“Ahhhhhh, this is the infamous Julia,” Kai says from behind Mikey. I mean, I hope it's Mikey. I am so confused right now.
“Mikey?” I ask softly. Desperate for it to be him.
He cups my cheek, his thumb rubbing so gently it hurts. “Yeah, princess. It's me.”
The breath I was holding for a month finally releases, and I hug him again. Clinging on just long enough to convince myself he’s real, and right here.
I pull back and look at Mikey, then at Kai; it’s the same face, the same laugh, and the same stupidly pretty mouth. I only see slight, minor differences, but it's almost impossible to tell them apart.
“If you are Mikey… then who is that not Mikey?” I point at Kai and raise my eyebrow in confusion.
They both laugh, and its the exact same sound, same timing. It's kind of creepy.
“Julia, this is my twin brother Malachi, but we call him Kai.”
I reach out my hand to shake his. He catches it, twists it gently, and kisses my knuckles like he lives in a romance novel.
“Oh-kayyyy, so which one of you got checked into the board in front of me and then winked at me?” I cross my arms and tap my foot. Now I need to figure out which Monroe twin is which.
Mikey growls. Like, actually fucking growls.
“Seriously fucker? You were flirting with her on the ice? You saw her on the ice? What the fuck, man! Why didn't you tell me?”
Kai shrugs with no care in the world. “That would be me, little dove.” Then he tilts his head towards Mikey. “And bro, I can’t help it, we have the same taste. She is fucking gorgeous. I’m just jealous right now that you got to feel all of that without me.”
He waves a hand, gesturing at me. The heat creeps up on my cheeks.
And what makes it worse… I glance around, and the entire team is standing there, witnessing every second of this.
“Ayyyy, Mikey got the pussy before Kai this time!” A tall, Italian guy yells, hugging the twins like he owns them.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, covering my face with my hands.
“Luca, not fucking funny, man. This is Julia.” Mikey says.
Luca’s eyes go big in recognition, “The Julia?”
