I groan, running a hand over my face. I sneak a glance at him. “You know you do.”
He grins even wider. “Yeah, I do.” We both laugh. “But… I like hearing you say it.”
I feel my cheeks warming, and I’m so glad I never decided to put on my jacket because I’d have to take it off.
We fall silent for a little while, just looking around the area. It’s quiet. Most people are sleeping, I’m sure, but here we are. Wide awake with neither of us wanting to go. I could stay here all night talking to him but he’s performing tomorrow.
“Will you be at my performance tomorrow?” he asks.
“Of course.”
He nods, biting his bottom lip and shifting so his leg brushes mine. He leaves it there, resting against mine and my heart starts beating a little harder. It’s warm and small, and I bet it’s soft but firm. He doesn’t look big, but he has muscles. There’s no way he skates and jumps like that without working out.
I meet his gaze as something warm flutters in my chest.
“Can I kiss you?”
The words tumble out of my mouth and though I want to regret them, I can’t.
He’s been flirting with me; I know that for sure now. At first, I wasn’t sure, but I’ve been paying attention. Though, maybe I’ve been reading this wrong the entire time and he’s going to get up and leave me here alone.
“I’ve been waiting for it,” he says with a smirk.
I lean in, cupping his cold cheek with my hand and brush my lips against his in a soft, slow kiss. The faintest whimper escapes him, and I press harder, parting his lips with my tongue. He allows me entrance, his tongue sweeping across mine gently. I pull back, staring into his eyes that are somehow shining a brighter blue than ever before.
“Are you bad at anything?” I ask.
He grins devilishly. “Nope.”
I huff a laugh and smile, dropping my hand and leaning back into my own space.
“We should get to bed,” I say with a huff.
He sighs. “I know. But for the record, I don’t want to.”
“Neither do I.”
“Damn Olympics,” he says as he gets up.
I chuckle as I get up, and we walk together until he’s at his building.
“I’d kiss you good night, but I can’t reach,” he says sweetly.
I lean down. “Better?”
Nico steps closer, kissing the corner of my lips in a somehow erotic and sensual way.
“Better,” he whispers. “Night, Roman.”
“Good night, Nico.”
I watch as he disappears inside his building, and I shove my hands into my pockets, my coat tucked under my arm, as I head back to my own room and go to sleep.
Chapter Ten
Nico
There’s a smile on my face all day during practice. I’m in a better mood than I ever have been before. I’m glowing; I’m sure of it. And it’s all thanks to that big hockey player who so sweetly and sexily kissed me last night. He’s completely taking over my mind.
