Hat Trick King:Yet [wink emoji]
Yet. Him and that damn word. He’s so sure he’s got me, so confident that it’s only a matter of time before I realize I want him too.
My stomach dips pleasantly as I recall how it felt to have his breath fanning across my lips just shy of kissing after he swung me away from someone spilling their drink.
Maybe I do.
I suppress another smile, shaking my head. “You’re asking for it, hotshot. I’ll text youdaddyand pretend it’s the wrong number before I disappear. Let’s see how cocky you are then.”
The temptation is strong. I bet he’d go feral thinking I meant to send it to some other guy instead of him, but he’d guess it was fake if I do it right now. I’m brainstorming other pranks to pull when he redirects the conversation.
Hat Trick King:I had a great time with you tonight. I wanted to freeze it in time so it wouldn’t end.
Maya:Everything ends eventually.
Hat Trick King:So what you’re saying is we just need to keep having nights like this. Got it. Have I mentioned how much I like the way you think?
Maya:Hah, nice try. You can’t score me that easily.
Hat Trick King:Taking my shots wherever I can. What are you doing?
Maya:I’m getting ready for bed.
Hat Trick King:Sexy.
Maya:If you ask me what I’m wearing right now, I swear to god… [laughing emoji]
Hat Trick King:It’s a classic opener for a reason [smirk emoji]
Maya:Goodnight, Easton.
Hat Trick King:Sweet dreams, baby.
He sends a photo of himself hanging out by a fire pit with two of his other teammates creeping in at the edges of the frame making goofy faces. His charming lopsided smile is half hidden by the green Heston U Hockey hoodie he’s wearing with the neckline tugged up over his chin.
Hat Trick King:I’ll be dreaming of you. Tonight and every other night.
“Oh boy,” I whisper when my heart flutters. “Don’t do that. No swooning for hockey boys. Especially this one.”
My heart isn’t behaving, thudding rapidly in excitement. I roll my lips between my teeth, gazing at the photo. He really is handsome. When he turns those blue eyes on me, I can’t think straight.
With a resigned groan of defeat because I can’t control this little crush fighting to take hold, I cover my face with my hands to hide the blush heating my cheeks. I’m crushing on a hockey player.
“This is tomorrow’s problem,” I mumble before climbing into bed.
For once, I fall asleep easily. Instead of battling anxious racing thoughts, I’m relaxed when I lay my head on the pillow. One of my last thoughts before I drift off is wondering what it would be like to kiss Easton Blake.
Getting out of bed in the morning is a struggle. Mainly because I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream that left my core tingling and my nipples tight.
I was ready to reach for the box hidden beneath my bed to chase the way the dream left me feeling when I realized it wasn’t some random guy spreading me out on the bar after I danced, kissing a path down my body until he slid his big hands up my thighs to lift my dress and cover my pussy with his perfect mouth.
It was Easton.
He was doing all that to me in my subconscious, taking me to the brink and leaving me turned on as fuck when I woke up.
Then I was awake for an hour with my thoughts taking me for a ride to pick it all apart before I finally fell asleep again.
I slide my thighs together and tug the covers over my head. Blowing out a breath, I get up to grab my shower bag. Before I leave the room, I kneel down to drag out the box decorated with cat stickers.
