“Hannah,” I call out, jogging to catch up to her.
Her shoulders rise and fall before she turns to face me with a cool expression.
“Nice to see you’ve remembered my name, Noah.”
Ouch.
“I deserve that,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck and shooting her an impish grin. “Sorry, I was pretty wasted that night, but that’s no excuse for me being such an arse,” I rush on when her eyes narrow.
Shit. I’m messing this up.
“Listen, I wanted to apologise and maybe make it up to you?”
She plants her hands on her hips and looks at me expectantly.
I swallow, feeling guilty over what I’m about to do, but knowing I need a distraction so I don’t end up at Euphoria before the game. “Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to shove them back in. They feel so wrong. The smile that lights up Hannah’s face feels even worse.
“Really?” she asks shyly.
“Really.” I force a smile. “What do you say?”
“That sounds nice. Thanks, Noah.”
I hand her my phone, and she enters her number before passing it back.
She stares at me for a beat, then tucks her hair behind her ear and backs away with a wide smile that clenches my stomach. “See you tomorrow night.”
I nod, frozen to the spot as I watch her walk away. The thud of heavy footsteps behind me is the only warning I get before someone brushes past me, muttering, “Looks like you got yourself a fan,captain.”
The snark in his tone doesn’t cut half as much as the way my body ignites at his mere presence.Goddamnit.I thought I’d pushed those thoughts all the way down.
“Jealous, Kincaid? I would’ve thought your dating pool was much wider considering you don’t discriminate between pussy and cock, yet I haven’t seen you with anyone. What’s the matter, can’t decide what you feel like?”
I realise just how bad my words are as soon as they’re out of my mouth, but it’s too late to take them back.
“Whatever, you homophobic prick,” he shoots back. “Just make sure you do your job on the pitch on Saturday. I’m done cleaning up your messes.”
He stalks over to his car and peels out of the car park without another glance in my direction, leaving me to feel like an even bigger jerk than I already feel for leading Hannah on.
Chapter 6
Noah
Idrum my fingers on Jasper’s steering wheel, trying to work up the courage to get out of the car. Thanks to my father’s military-like expectations, I’m five minutes early to pick up Hannah for our date, but that only gives me five minutes to freak the fuck out.
Why am I doing this? To keep my father off my back? Or to stop myself from thinking about two incredibly hot blonds I would much rather be spending time with tonight?
My chest tightens at the thought.
One.
One fucking blond.
The guy from Euphoria.
Because there is no fucking way I would rather spend a night with my infuriating goalkeeper.
