“Everything okay?” Seaborn asks.
“Fine. He doesn’t want to go to the adoption,” I say, knowing it’s going to piss Archangel off.
“What? I thought you loved it?” Seaborn glances between us.
“Me too, and now he doesn’t even want to bond with the freshmen.” I blow out a breath and let my shoulders sag, acting the part.
“God forbid a guy wants to change it up. I’m going to change for practice.”
“Is Archangel acting weird?”I ask Ridgeway, one of our wings.
Ridgeway glares over at me, but I don’t take his attitude like the other guys on the team. I know that grumpy face is just a front for his big feelings. He’s a softy under it all.
“Don’t make me pinch your cheeks.”
“If you touch me, I’m going to kill you.”
I pinch his cheek anyway.
He swats my hand away. “I’m aiming every puck at your face today.”
“It’s cute you think that will bother me?” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Now answer my question.”
“Don’t you two fucking live together? I’ve barely seen him since the season started.” Ridgeway checked the tape on his stick.
I leaned in closer, sniffing him. “You smell off.”
“I swear to fucking god, Wolfe, if you tell me I smell like sadness one more fucking time.” Ridgeway backs up a step.
I huff. “Well, good, I wasn’t going to tell you, you smell like sadness because you smell like fury.”
Ridgeway glares at me, and I grin back. “Maybe he moved out because you kept smelling him.”
“That can’t be it. He likes when I smell him,” I say more to myself.
But Ridgeway scoffs. “Of course he does. I knew there was something wrong with both of you.”
“Okay, now I am going to demand you tell me who pissed in your Fruity Pebbles.”
“That’s not the saying. It’s cornflakes.”
“I like Fruity Pebbles better. Cornflakes taste like cardboard. And you’d know that if you were in a good mood ever.”
Ridgeway sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. “If you didn’t notice, we have a new center, and my brother lost his scholarship. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I knew I’d wear you down. Do you need a hug?”
He throws both his arms up. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I wrap him up in a hug anyway.
“This is unwanted touching,” Ridgeway mutters.
“Don’t lie.”
“I guess it’s fine as long as you aren’t smelling me.”
“Too late.” I release him and pat him on the top of the head. “You smell a little more like sadness now.”
