I swallow hard as I stare up at him, my legs turning jelly-like. "We shouldn't be this close."
"I know." His thumb slides across my cheek, then over my lips, pulling a gasp from me. "Fuck. You are so much trouble." He's trouble. I'm mesmerized by him. "These lips," he runs his thumb over them again, "haunt me every single night." My tongue comes out and runs along said lips, which pulls a groan from him. "Fucking trouble." He chuckles darkly.
He steps back, breaking whatever spell we were both under.
Thank goodness he had the sense to pull away first. Because in that moment, I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me.
"You should call your brothers, they might have a spare key."
The sudden change of conversation gives me whiplash.
I shake my head. "You think they are going to like seeing me in your hoodie? They will lose their minds." I shake my head again. "No, I can't call them. They will kill you."
Emmett stares at me. "No, they won't, not if we tell them the truth."
"Which truth?"
"The one about you getting locked out."
"I don't know their numbers," I tell him.
"I have them." He walks over to his phone.
"It will be your funeral. I mean it. They will lose their minds and will always have their backs up around you. They are protective of us girls. Overly protective. Especially around their teammates. I know Pierre will overthink and come up with scenarios in his mind, and I can't do that to the team. I can't do that to you. I love my brothers, but ... there's a reason why I never worked in hockey and why I took a job in London."
"They always seem like reasonable guys," Emmett adds.
"They are. Until you mess with their sisters. When Pierre moved to New York, I started dating one of his friends. He came home in the summer and messed his buddy up. Warned all the guys in our town that he would do the same and send Felix to finish it. I went into my senior year of high school a fricken pariah. No boy dared look at me."
"I did the same thing to my sister."
"You have a sister? Is that who is in the photo?"
He nods. "We're twins. She's married now." He scrunches up his face.
"Looks like you don't like him?"
"I don't. But she's happy. I don't trust the guy, though."
"Then you understand how unhinged my brothers would be if they saw this situation."
"Unhinged is a little much." He smirks.
"How would you react if the roles were reversed and it was your sister with one of your teammates?"
Those green eyes darken. "Fair point. No calling your brothers. Do you know your sister's number then?"
I shake my head. "Who remembers phone numbers anymore?"
He nods. "Guess you're stuck hanging out with me then."
"Guess so."
"Have you had any lunch? I'm starved after my workout, and I can whip us up something."
"I just woke up. I haven't even had breakfast."
"Okay then. Let's have our own brunch. I can do eggs, bacon, pancakes and stuff."
