Noah sets his glass down on the counter, wiping his mouth. I focus on the wall behind him so I don’t get distracted.
Seeing those lips wrapped around my cock in my dream was bad enough. Seeing them now? I don’t need to relive that image.
“You mind if I go with you? I could work out a few things today on my body.”
Fuck. Me.
Again.
Does he realize what he’s saying? Or is it just my mind turning everything dirty right now?
I have half a mind to say no. To say screw it and just get back into bed and try to sleep this off.
That’s not what comes out.
“Sure.”
“Great. Give me a few to change and I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time.”
Noah brushes by me as he heads to his room. I do my best to ignore the smell of him. The laundry-fresh scent of his clings to me. Does funny things to my insides. Has my skin feeling too tight for my body.
I grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it to the brim with water before chugging it down. It does little to help.
Especially when Noah comes back out in a skin-tight Knights tee and shorts that show off his muscular thighs.
Things I shouldn’t be noticing.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
I am so not ready for this.
Chapter Nine
GRAHAM
“Holy shit. I can’t believe we beat them!” Bode tosses an arm over my shoulders as we hit the button for the elevators. “The Black Diamonds! Sorry, Noah.”
My eyes drift to my teammates as we stand in the lobby. With an early trip home, we were given strict instructions to head immediately to our rooms.
Just as well.
With everything going on in my head, I could use a good night’s sleep. Being around Noah twenty-four seven has been screwing me up.
Thank God it didn’t fuck things up tonight.
I’d hate to think what the guys would think of me if they knew my head wasn’t in the game because of a guy. Not that I don’t think they’d accept me, but would they really want two guys on the same team dating?
I’m not sure anyone would be ready for that amount of scrutiny.
“Why are you saying sorry to me?” Noah shrugs a shoulder, leaning against the wall by the elevator bank, pulling myattention back to the conversation around me. “Not my team anymore.”
“You seemed pretty friendly with a lot of them after the game,” Jasper chimes in.
“Can’t say hi to guys you’ve played with for eight years?”
