My heart does a backflip. “What?” I push.
He releases a shaky breath. “Maybe I could get us a room next time?”
My eyes widen. Whoever this guy is, he has money. I can withdraw enough from the savings account my pop left me to pay for Euphoria’s basic membership without drawing attention, but I definitely can’t afford one of the private rooms.
“Only if you want to, that is,” he adds. “No expectations. I don’t mind a bit of exhibitionism, but I thought it might be nice to have some privacy?—”
I shut him up with a deep kiss, and he moans into my mouth, his fingers sliding up to tug on my hair. My dick twitches to attention, but I force myself to pull away.
I really need to get home and get some sleep; I can’tafford to be tired for tomorrow’s game. Noah won’t let me hear the end of it if we lose another one.
“Get the room.”
His lips curl into a smile. “Meet you by the bar at ten-thirty next month.”
I wink. “I’ll be here.”
Chapter 8
Noah
Iwake to the sun’s warmth streaming in through the window, well-rested for the first time in months, a smile already pulling at my lips. Not even Dane’s snoring can dampen my mood as I dress and practically skip to the kitchen, humming a tune that’s been stuck in my head since last night. I’m not complaining that12 to 12chased me home from Euphoria and followed me into my dreams.
Our game isn’t until tonight, but preparation starts now, so I whip up a breakfast fit for kings—scrambled eggs, smashed avocado with feta, toast, and a stack of pancakes with a side of fresh berries.
By the time Jasper and Dane stumble in, yawning and rubbing sleep from their eyes, the table is set like I’m running a professional café.
“Jesus, mate,” Jasper says, grinning. “Who are you and what have you done with our captain?”
I roll my eyes over my coffee mug.
Dane eyes me curiously. “What’s with the good mood? It’s freaking me out.”
I ignore him, but Jasper nudges him with his shoulder. “Someone must have had arealgood date. I didn’t hear him come in last night, did you?”
Dane smirks, popping a blueberry into his mouth. “Nope. Must have been a late one.”
“Are you arseholes gonna sit down and eat, or am I donating your meals to the homeless?”
“Ah, there he is.” Jasper chuckles as he sits across from me and loads his plate. Dane takes his place next to him.
The kitchen is blissfully silent while the three of us stuff our faces, fuelling up for tonight’s game.
Until Dane leans back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head, a grin tugging on his lips.
“You know, I didn’t think sweet little Hannah had it in her. Keeping our captain out until all hours of the night before a game, and leaving him so satisfied he’s humming show tunes and making us breakfast… Are things between you serious, or should I slip her my number in class?”
I scowl, shoving my empty plate towards him. “For that asinine comment, you can be on clean-up duty.”
His brow furrows as I get to my feet. “What the hell is asinine?”
Jasper bursts out laughing, and I shake my head as I leave the kitchen, heading upstairs to get some studying done before lunch.
Only I can’t concentrate.
Dane’s comments about Hannah have guilt weighing me down. She doesn’t deserve to have them thinking she’s an easy lay, especially when nothing happened between us. I shouldn’t have let them think things went that far, but I didn’t want them questioning where I really was. Fuck. This has all become a big mess.
Pulling out my phone, I search for her number and shoot her a text.
