I feel his breath at my he back of my ear before his words, "What? We're alone."
That's the dangerous part.
We slow near the boards. He leans back against the plexiglass and gently pulls me between his skates.
My heart starts racing for a completely different reason.Stop it. Stop it. Stop.
"I missed this," he murmurs.
"This what?"
"You pretending you're not affected by me."
I try to shove him, but he catches my wrist easily, grin widening at the affect his taunts have on me.
His other hand slides to my hip.
The air shifts. "Stop staring at me like that," I whisper.
"Like what?"
"Like you're about to do something."
He cocks his head, staring down at me with blue eyes that seem far too perceptive. "Maybe I am."
My breath catches.
The distance between us shrinks slowly without me even realising.
"Ivy," he says softly.
He says my name like it means something.
Like it's not just habit.
His thumb traces small circles at my waist.
"You didn't text much while I was gone," he murmurs.
"I was busy." I shrugs, glancing away for a second before the feel of his breath against my lips has my attention swinging back to him.
"Too busy to miss me?"
I roll my eyes. "You were gone for three days."
"I missed you." He says quietly, "missed your lips, your tongue, your hands on me-"
My eyes widen, feeling heat creep up my neck. "Asher-"
He chuckles and the sound goes straight through me. He rests his forehead against mine.
That shouldn't feel intimate.
But it does.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his jersey.
"Are you getting attached?" I ask lightly, try for jokingly but I feel it fall flat.
