This man is… so damn sweet.
“I would like that.”
We get up and head out of the dining hall together. I should tell Étienne I’m leaving, but I think he’ll get the hint when he doesn’t find me. Maybe I’ll text him when I’m in my room. It wouldn’t kill him to worry about me a little.
“Where is your building?”
“Oh, uh…” I look around at all the buildings. “I have no idea.”
“You don’t know?” he asks, looking like he doesn’t believe me.
“I’m terrible with directions. Oh, hold on.”
I pull out my phone and call Étienne.
“Hello?”
“I’m heading back to my room. What building am I in?”
“Wow, really?” he says. “C, you know, like forCanada.”
“Hey, that makes sense. Thanks, Étienne.”
I end the call. “Building C.”
“That’s this way,” Roman says, pointing ahead and to the right.
“If you say so.”
I follow his lead. We don’t speak as we walk, just tuck our hands into our pockets and walk close enough that our elbowskeep brushing. He has so much height on me, and I can’t say I don’t like it. He is completely my type, everything about him.
Not only physically but his reserved personality. He’s the opposite of me, in a lot of ways, and that’s what I like. I can’t handle people who are loud and up front like me, I need someone to ground me. So yeah, Roman Callahan is totally my type.
We stop outside the doors when we reach my building and turn to face one another.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” I say.
“You’ll be too busy to see me,” he says.
“Not a chance, Big Guy.”
His gaze goes to my mouth, and he licks his lips, but then his eyes flick back to mine. I know what he’s thinking. I’m thinking it too. But we can’t do this right here, in front of the hundreds of people walking around. So, I just smile and say, “Good night, Roman.”
“Good night, Nico.”
He watches me as I go into the building, and I can’t be sure how long he stays there for, but I bet it’s a while. I bet he’s asking himself if he should have kissed me or asked for my number.Something.
But this will definitely be worth the wait. I can tell.
Chapter Seven
Roman
I get to the arena early and alone. I’d requested a ticket for myself because I want to do this alone. I don’t know what it is or why I feel the need to watch Nico, to study him and the way he is on the ice, but I just have to. I’m drawn to him and the way he moves, and something about it brings me peace. It intrigues me. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I don’t want to be distracted by Connor talking and flirting with everyone he sees. And maybe I just want this for me. Just this little, small thing for only myself.
I’m used to doing things alone, and though my entire career depends on working as a team, I enjoy the things I get to do solo—just for me. This is one of those things.
