“I don’t know, but thirty seconds of bravery sure as hell goes a long way,” I laugh.
Steph reaches over, shutting Claire’s jaw, “I just can’t believe you actually did it,” she gapes.
“Your thirty seconds of bravery sure worked out a lot better than mine,” Claire grumbles. “Lucas ran for the hills when I kissed him the first time.”
Snorting, I lock arms with both of them andstart heading towards the rink doors. “You know, I still haven’t gotten the full story on you and Lucas. I’d love to know about how you managed to convert the grumpy captain into a love-sick puppy.”
Claire tries to hide her smile, but I know how hard it is when you’re talking about someone you love.
Yup, that’s right. I’m finally letting myself admit that I’m in love with Johnny Davis. Still working on the saying it out loud part, but we’re taking baby steps.
“Love-sick puppy might be a bit of a stretch,” Claire tells me.
Steph tilts her head towards me, “whipped is a more accurate term.”
I think both describe him perfectly. He’s definitely a lot nicer than I originally pegged him for, but when he’s with Claire, it’s like his whole personality shifts. Not in the way that he becomes a completely different person, he just becomes… gentler.
Claire sends Steph a glare, “he’s comfortable with his feelings, that’s not whipped.” She twists slightly and stops the three of us from going any further, “I promise to tell you the whole story so long as you promise to keep us updated on any and all things Davis.”
I nod, “you’ve got a deal.”
“Perfect,” Claire chirps, “now, I have to go meet the guys on the bench, but there’s two seats reserved for you right behind us.”
“Perks of being the owner of the arena, huh?” Steph smirks.
“Owner?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two of them.
Claire sighs, “long story. I’ll have to fill you in on thatone too.”
I watch as the guys zip up and down the ice at a pace I didn’t know was possible. They’re insanely fast, and fucking violent too.
But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t hot as hell watching Johnny throw fists during the first period. I mean fuck, the way he ripped off his helmet and threw his gloves down did something to me.
“I think hockey is my new favourite sport,” I tell Steph, keeping my eyes trained on Johnny.
“Yeah, it’s pretty great sometimes,” Steph laughs. “Especially when you know there’s a guy out there that’s all yours.”
Well, I know he’s all mine, but I don’t think any of the girls sporting his jersey or holding a sign up with his name know that.
Unfortunately, those screaming girls are bringing out a side of me that I don’t like very much.
A very jealous side.
“You get used to it.” Steph puts a hand on my arm, “it’s weird at first, but Johnny is head over heels for you, and he’s not the sleazy type.”
We eye one another for a second before bursting into laughter. It’s so loud that even Claire turns around to look at us through the glass with her eyebrows knit together.
“I’ll tell you later!” Steph yells.
Rolling her eyes, Claire turns back towards the ice and continues to coach the team. It’s crazy watching her up there, with them. She’s different when she’s in coach mode. I understand why the guys are afraid of her now.
“Move your ass’s” She screams, cupping her hands over her mouth.
“She’s kinda… intense.”
Steph jumps up from her seat and starts screaming like a maniac when August gets the puck, heading straight towards the net.
“You’re both intense,” I correct myself.
