When I force them open, Noah’s smirking at me. “Better?”
I shoot him a lazy half smile. “It would be if you were here to clean me up.”
“Get some sleep, Romeo. Tomorrow will come quicker.” He winks, then hangs up.
My grin widens, and I toss my phone onto my bed before cleaning myself. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough.
As predicted,after my terrible form at training, I ride the bench for the first half, but we’re down one-nil and Coach takes me aside before the second half, asking me if my head’s in the game. I assure him it is, and he puts me in. With a clear head after last night’s phone sex, nothing is getting past me.
We end up winning three-one.
Anticipation thrums through me as I climb onto the bus. I’m the last one on, and I notice Dane slumped in his seat, ignoring the team’s celebrations. Admittedly, the goal he let through was an absolute sitter that he should have saved, but shit happens, and we won the game. Guaranteed none of our teammates are even thinking about it.
Pushing my concerns aside, I see there’s a spare seat next to Noah, but I choose to sit with Blake instead. I don’t think I’ll be able to control my hormones if I can smell Noah’s intoxicating scent, and I’m already dying to kiss him.
We pull up at the motel, and I can’t help but sneak a quick glance at my boyfriend, who winks, and I’m immediately sporting a semi. My pulse kicks into overdrive thinking about spending the night exploring his body.
I grin as I return my attention to Coach Johnson, who’s reading off the room allocations. It promptly drops when he announces I’m rooming with Dane. What the fuck?
It’s on the tip of my tongue to call out and ask him why Blake’s rooming with Noah, but I can’t draw attention to us. I look over my shoulder and see his brow is furrowed.
“I hope you got a good night’s sleep last night,” Blake mutters, nudging my shoulder.
My stomach drops. Not only am I not getting any dick tonight, but I’m also subjected to Dane’s snoring.
“I’ll pay you two hundred dollars if you swap roomswith me,” I offer in a last-ditch attempt to room with my boyfriend.
Blake snorts. “Yeah, right. No chance.”
“Four hundred?” I don’t have that kind of cash, but Noah does.
“You could offer me a thousand, and the answer would still be no.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Good luck, bro.”
My expression must convey my feelings over the roommate assignments, because Coach Johnson pulls me aside when I get off the bus.
“I know you wanted a chance to sort things out with Bentley,” he says quietly, “but the two of you seem to have worked out your differences and are playing like a well-oiled machine. Galdeen’s confidence is shot after conceding today. I thought you could have a chat with him. You understand the pressure of being a goalkeeper.”
“Yeah, sure,” I mutter, knowing I don’t have a choice.
“Good man.” Coach claps me on the shoulder, and I force a smile before grabbing my bag from under the bus.
My mood sours even more when I realise Blake and Noah are in the room next door. He’s so damn close, and that’s all I’m going to think about when I’m staring at the ceiling, kept awake by his housemate’s snoring.
The shower’s running when I enter our room, which surprises me considering everyone showered in the change rooms after the game. I dump my bag at the foot of my bed and pull out my phone to text Noah.
Zac: Why is the world conspiring against us?
Noah: What did Coach say?
Zac: He’s worried about Dane’s confidence and wants me to make sure he’s okay.
Noah: How is he?
Zac: No idea. He’s in the shower.
I wait for Noah’s reply, but it doesn’t come. Releasing a frustrated sigh, I toss my phone onto my bed and run my hands through my hair. I’m on edge after being cockblocked and not knowing when Noah and I will get another chance to be alone.
A knock sounds at the door. I frown, then glance at the bathroom door—Dane’s still in the shower—before strolling over to open it.
