“What?” My brain is in a kiss-altered state. I couldn’t tell you my own name right now, that’s how good this kiss was.
“They always play it before they leave for away games.”
Ahh. “Explains why there’s a party on a Wednesday night.”
“Angie…”
“Don’t.” I cover his mouth with my fingers. “I don’t regret this at all, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
His mouth moves into a smile under my hand. “Not what I was going to say. I was going to ask if you wanted to keep doing this.”
“Maybe not in the middle of the dance floor.”
“Troy. We need to go.” Marcus appears next to us.
“What?”
“A few of the guys got busted at a party and we need to go pick them up.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He groans, dropping his head to my shoulder. “We just got here.”
“Do you want half the freshmen to get kicked off the team?” Marcus gives Troy a look that is obvious of the correct answer.
“Sometimes I hate being the captain.”
“No you don’t.” I draw his face back and smile up at him. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t go help.”
“Think we can get a raincheck on this?”
I nod. “Raincheck.”
I don’t know what will happen, but maybe we can continue this thing. Maybe we won’t want to after the buzz clears.
I guess we’ll see. All I know right now is I want Troy.
Chapter Eleven
ANGIE
“I’m surprised I was able to talk you into going.”
“You did not have to talk me into this,” I correct Harper.
“That’s right. Things seem to be going well with you and Troy.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. I hate how easily my face shows what I’m feeling. Right now it’s showing every single thing I’m feeling for Troy.
Just thinking his name has my belly swooping low. It’s only been a few weeks since I started tutoring him, but each time we’re together, I look forward to it more and more.
It’s dangerous, being with him. Every time one of my dads calls, I’m worried I’m going to let it slip. Even if they knew I was tutoring him, they’d flip their lid.
I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that. My lips are zipped tight. The only person who knows about this is Harper.
But Harper is too interested in Marcus at the moment to worry about me and Troy.
“You know hockey isn’t my thing.”
“Hot men crashing into each other on the ice? Hockey butts? Thick thighs? None of that is appealing to you?” Harper’s mouth gapes open at me in horror.
