Page 85 of The Goalie in Room 1

I laughed harder. Glad I wasn’t the only one to develop amnesia after walking into a room and seeing something about me but not intended for me.

His hand tightened on the doorknob.

“Doc.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around.

I pulled the blanket over myself because, funny as this was, there were limits.

Probably.

Maybe.

Fuck if I knew.

“What?”

“What were you going to say?”

A long pause.

Then he finally looked over his shoulder.

“I was coming to apologize.”

My smile faded. “For what?”

“For earlier.”

“Why?”

His brow furrowed like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Because you walked in on something you shouldn’t have had to see.”

“I walked into your bedroom.”

“And I just walked into yours.”

I spread my hands.

One of his eyebrows went up as his eyes dropped to my hands.

I looked down. Oops. My palm was shiny and wet, a combination of lube and precum.

His lips twitched, his tongue peeking out and swiping across the twin pillows I wanted against my flesh. All my flesh.

“Fuck.”

“Not currently an option, kid.”

My eyes narrowed, and Thad smiled.

Oh, so now he wanted to be funny.

“Good night, Cash,” he said, closing the door behind him.

I lasted maybe two seconds before the laugh broke loose again. I dropped my head against the headboard, grinning at the ceiling.

Jesus Christ.