She breaks the kiss apart and I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “I like your jersey,” I rasp, glancing down between us at her Narwhals attire.
Honestly, I was a little worried she’d wear a Penguins jersey and support the rival team tonight. It definitely seemed like something she’d do to irritate me.
The girl knows how to get under my skin. It’s one of her superpowers.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask.
“You’re letting me come over? I thought you had some weird plans for tonight?—”
“No plans. Just you, me, and my very comfy mattress,” I say, cutting her off before she can recant what I told her last night in front of the guys.
She rises up onto her tiptoes and drops a quick kiss to my cheek. “I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but you’re sneaky.”
Seven
Bristol
Liam says goodbye to his teammates and we walk outside, back to his place.
It’s freezing outside. My teeth are chattering as I nudge up against him to try to keep warm.
I’m carrying a small backpack with a change of clothes for tomorrow, my toothbrush, and my medicine.
“Give me that,” Liam insists, taking the bag off me so I don’t have to carry it. He slings it over his shoulder.
“Thanks.”
“Cold?” he asks, noticing me shiver and wraps an arm around my waist as we walk.
“We couldn’t take the bus back to your place?”
Or his car?
“The bus route at this hour doesn’t go straight to the house. It’d still be a bit of a walk. Sorry, I should have asked Luca to drop us off before they went to the party.”
“It’s fine.” I can’t feel my fingers or toes, but I keep moving my feet, hoping to get to his place and warm up.
“You’re pissed,” Liam says with a laugh.
“I’m cold!” I emphasize, shivering as I try to quicken my steps.
It doesn’t take much for Liam to keep up with me. His long legs make his strides seamless while I have to jog to keep his pace. “I’ll warm you up when we get inside.”
“Is that a promise?” I bite out, my lips trembling.
“If I don’t, the blankets certainly will.”
I smack him and he grimaces. “Ow, that stings.”
I raise an eyebrow, surprised that he’s complaining. He just got done getting his ass smacked around on the ice, albeit they won, but it is still a brutal sport. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“Bristol Greyson,” Liam growls and lifts me into the air, putting me over his shoulder, the one opposite of my backpack.
“Put me down this instant!” My hands ball into fists as I pound at his back.
He chuckles but keeps walking; his pace doesn’t even slow in the slightest while carrying me.
Show off.
