“Mhmmmm,” Kia nods smugly and smirks at Mikey.
“Well, damn man. Good luck with that one,” Luca says to Kai and slaps his shoulder as he walks away.
“Where are you guys going?” Kai calls, trailing after the group of hockey players now, completely ignoring Mikey and me.
I glance over at Mel, who is wide-eyed and watching everything with big eyes as if it were the best drama show on TV. I shoot daggers at her, and she smiles back at me.
“Hey, Mikey! You coming to celebrate the win?” Luca shouts, slinging his arm over Kai, and some other teammate I don’t recognize.
“Yeah! Give me a sec!” Mikey yells back as the guys leave the exit.
Mikey turns to me, his eyes awed and wonder-filled. “Would you guys like to come celebrate our win with us?”
He sounds hopeful and possibly even nervous.
Mikey Monroe, NHL player, nervous?
I turn and lift an eyebrow at Mel in question.
“Fuck yes, we want to go!” Mel squeals, grabs my hand, and damn near runs out the exit. I catch Mikey’s hand before Mel can completely drag me away from him.
We walk up to a lifted Chevy Silverado. Kai is in the driver's seat, smirking like trouble incarnated.
Mikey opens the passenger door and helps Mel into the truck, then opens the back door and helps me in before he gets in right next to me. He is sitting so close to me that our thighs touch.
I look at him. Looking at the face I dreamed about, even when I hated myself for it.
I lift my hand and run my fingers along his jaw, and his eyes soften instantly. He turns his face into my hand and looks at me with those earthy hazel eyes.
“So tell me, Mr. Hotshot,” I murmur, “If Kai was the one who was flirting with me through the glass… where were you? I only saw one set of these beautiful eyes out there.”
Kai snorts as Mel messes with the radio.
“Told you I was the better-looking twin!” Kai taunts Mikey playfully.
“We look exactly the same, dumb ass! How are you the better-looking twin?” Mikey shoots back. Kai just shrugs and starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.
“Well, if we are twins, we must have the same last name. And I am pretty sure you saw two Monroes out there.” He winks because he knows he is making me think this one through.
“WAIT!” I scream so loudly that Kai jumps, and the truck jerks slightly.
“You are the big-ass goalie?” My eyes go big as I am piecing together the puzzle.
The laughter from the whole car makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Yes, princess,” Mikey says, grinning. “I’m the big-ass goalie.”
Then I remember warm-ups… Damn his ass during those stretches.
I lick my lips before I can stop myself.
Mikey rubs his thumb over my bottom lip as he puts his other fingers under my chin to make me look up at him.
“If you keep doing that, my tongue’s going to replace yours.” The heat in his eyes is so dark that it makes my whole body ignite.
“If you two start fucking in the back of the truck, just know I am joining in!” Kai calls from the front. I hear Mel laughing, but Kai’s eyes in the mirror are dark and serious.
Butterflies explode in my stomach for a man I just met twenty minutes ago.
“Don’t listen to him, Princess,” Mikey murmurs as his hand cups my face and turns me to look at him again. “He’s just jealous.”
