I grin and toss it at him. “Fine. You convinced me.”
He brings it to his face, breathing it in, which does something to my insides, before he tucks it under his pillow.
“You ready to go?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
I don’t have practice for a little while, but I’m going to head back to my room to relax before I have to leave. Roman is going to grab food with his teammates. I’ll see him later, at my performance, which, I’ll admit, I am starting to get a little nervous about.
Team events are one thing. This is different. This is all me. If I mess up, I mess up. There is no one to help my score, it’s just me. I have to do my absolute best, and after having a rough skate yesterday, I’m feeling a little off.
On the other hand, after having such an amazing night with Roman, I’m feeling better than ever.
I’ll get out of my head once I’m on the ice and my music is playing. It’s easy to get into the zone and forget about everything going on when I’m in my skates and the cool air of the arena kisses my skin.
Once I’m in my room, I take a better, longer shower, and put on my sweats and Roman’s Diamonds hoodie, and crawl into bed. I need to leave in enough time to grab a quick bite of food, catch the bus, and walk to the arena. So, like… an hour? I can lie here for a bit.
It’s not that I’m tired; I’m relaxed. Content. Happy. I’m sore in all the best places, my skin buzzing with excitement at the reminder of last night. Of Roman, who was more than what I could have imagined he would be.
I smile to myself, hugging my pillow and reliving every moment from last night.
The hot kiss on the counter. Him carrying me to his bed. The way he put his mouth on me. The way he kissed me andstretched me for him. He’s so attentive and thoughtful, which is no surprise to me. Roman is careful and does things with intent. He isn’t impulsive or rash like me. He takes his time, and that makes him an amazing lover, clearly.
My dick starts to harden when I think of the way we came together, the sounds he made, the way he kissed me after, the way it wasn’t weird. Sleeping together felt normal and easy. He didn’t rush me out like I was a secret, but I didn’t feel that if I stayed I’d be stuck. I’m comfortable with him. I feel free while also feeling grounded.
I pick up my phone and snap a picture of the outline of my dick in my sweats and add it to a text to send to Roman.
Me: Thinking of you
I huff a laugh as I put my phone down and get comfortable. There’s a knock on my door, so I go get it.
Étienne is standing there, looking awful.
“Whoa,” I say with a chuckle. “Did you sleep?”
“Hardly,” he groans, shoving me aside to come in.
“And why not? You’re the one who’s always yelling at me to sleep enough and eat enough—”
“Well, you’re the Olympian. I’m just the cousin-slash-fake-PA.”
I hold his gaze, grinning while he looks like he’s about to fall asleep on his feet.
“Where were you?” I ask. “Hooking up with your secret Olympian?”
He rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t just a hook-up.” He shuffles into my room. I follow him and laugh when he face-plants on my bed. I sit beside him, patting his back.
“Not just a hook-up?”
He shakes his head. “It was a night-long marathon and I amtired.”
“Damn. Even I didn’t get an all-nighter.”
He pushes himself up, whirling to face me. “Then what did you get?”
I laugh again, holding his gaze.
“You didn’t!” he says with a smile.
