“I don’t. At least, not for us.”
“Ah. How big of you. You can be bad luck for Denver but not for the Knights.”
I eye Graham. “Well, if we go by that logic, I think we’re going to need to start getting off before games.”
He chokes over his beer. “I’m sorry, what?”
“The other day.” I turn to face the field as the captains head out to the field for the coin toss. “I’m pretty sure I gave you a blow job before the game and we won.”
“Is this really the conversation we should be having right now?” Graham hisses from the corner of his mouth.
I shrug a shoulder as I spin from my spot and head toward the rows of seats that overlook the field.
“No. But I like seeing you blush,” I whisper so only he can hear me.
Damn. He really makes it easy to make him blush. Hell, so far, everything about being with Graham is easy.
Everyone settles into their seats as the game starts. Graham moves into the front row next to his dad, doing a pointed job of ignoring me.
I’ll get him back for that later tonight.
The game goes by in a blink with Denver taking a fast lead and not letting up. Heading back into the suite to get more food, my eyes keep glancing over to where Graham is watching the game with his dad. It’s weird. We’re here together, but not together.
That seems to be what our relationship boils down to. If you can call what we’re doing a relationship.
I’ve never really had one before. Why am I wanting to start one with Graham? Everything he’s feeling is new. He’s not even out. I shouldn’t be considering doing this thing with the man in question.
The man who is now peering over his shoulder and smiling at me.
It’s messing with my head.
“You know.” Dad comes up and stands next to me. We’re facing the field as the teams are lining up for the start of the fourth quarter. “You seem happier here.”
“Really?” I turn to face him now.
He nods. When he looks at me, it’s like I’m staring into a mirror of what I’ll look like when I’m his age.
“I don’t think it’s just hockey. You had hockey in Denver. It’s something else.”
“This feels like a good place to be.”
It’s all I can give. I can’t tell him that Graham and I are…roommates with benefits?
I wish I could have a clear head to figure this out. Because when Graham walks by me, and I catch the smallest whiff of his cologne, it casts a lusty fog over me.
Damn it.
I know what I signed up for, but I want more with Graham. If only there was a way to get it.
Chapter Sixteen
GRAHAM
“Does it really matter what we watch?” Noah asks, strutting into the bedroom from the bathroom. “Are we really going to be paying attention to it?”
The channels flip by until I find a hockey game to settle on.
“Last time, you picked a horror movie that gave me nightmares for a week.” I chuck the remote at him and he throws an arm up to dodge it.
