Grady grins.“He does some of his best work during playoffs.Cup runs make him horny.”
“Oh my God, stop,” Callan groans.
“I have sex on game days,” Redov chimes in.“I swear it’s lucky.”
I glare at Callan.“You said it was a team rule.”
Callan starts handing out shots to everyone around the table and shoots me a smirk.“Did it get you to proposition, Richard?Because that was the goal.I don’t need him all sluggish for this Cup run because he’s carrying around all this pent-up frustration.”
“Dude, do not worry about my frustrations,” Theo barks at him, and Callan shrugs.
“You two are so fucked,” he mutters.
I decline the shot and turn back to Theo.“He’s an idiot.One minute he’s grossed out by the idea we slept together, and now he’s concocting plans to make it happen again.”
“Do you want it to happen again?Still?”
He stares at me, uncertainty clear in his eyes, and I almost laugh.“Yes.But no pressure.”
He reaches up and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.“I don’t want it to be like before.This isn’t a situationship.It’s a relationship.”
“I want that too.When you’re ready.”
“I—”
“Why does she think you’re… You know?”Callan asks, cutting off whatever Theo was going to say.His eyes are wide with panic.“We need you on D, buddy.I need you.”
“I’m fine.”He looks at me and then at his arm and slowly shrugs out of his jacket.“I got a tattoo.”
“What?”I blink and stare at the gauze circling his arm.
“I was going to show you later.At my place.”
“What is it?”Landon asks.
Theo hesitates, but then he reaches up and slowly peels back the bandage.“It’s been long enough, or close to it.”
I can’t believe what I’m seeing.It’s my drawing.The one he asked me for yesterday.When he asked me to draw something that reminds me of us, I drew a snowflake.I made it pretty detailed, with an almost tribal design, and even added some shading in the back, which he’s painted with a watercolor splatter in shades of blue.The snowflake itself is exactly as I designed it.I picked it because it reminded me of the snowstorm we spent together that started it all.I signed the design with my initials, and he even got those inked on his bicep.It covers most of the scar from the operation to repair his arm.
“Cool design,” Grady says.
“Lola drew it,” Theo says.I can feel his gaze, but I can’t bring myself to stop staring at his tattoo… ofmydrawing.
“Holy shit, I’ve been inked onto your arm,” I whisper in awe.This is the coolest thing ever.
“Yeah.You’re also branded into my heart,” he whispers back.“So this is no big deal.”
I finally look at him.“How am I not supposed to sleep with you after that?”
“I was kind of hoping you would.I mean, that’s what girlfriends do, right?”He winks at me.
I grin and grab my coat and purse from the chair.“Sorry.We’re outta here.”
“Finally!”Callan calls after us, but we don’t stop to acknowledge him.
As soon as the door closes on Theo’s loft, we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, fused at the mouth.It doesn’t take long until we’re naked on his bed.I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, reveling in the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles against me.His lips move from my mouth to my neck, and I press the back of my head into the plush pillow and let my eyes fall shut.
“Are you sure?”I can’t help but ask as his lips and fingers trail their way down my body.“Because, full disclosure, I will break if you change your mind again tomorrow.”
