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I want to demand we get out so I can watch properly, but that would mean he has to let go, and I can’t fucking have that right now.
“Garrett, please,” I beg, watching as he begins to move his hand.
“So fucking hard for me,” he teases.
“Yes, yes. Please. I need you.”
“You’ve got me, baby. I’m right here. And I’m all yours.”
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GARRETT
Dinner is a disaster.
By the time we get inside, the chicken is dry, the edges singed, and the veggies are unsalvageable.
It seems our hot tub hookup made Cooper completely forget that he was ravenous.
Although, as we stand in the middle of his kitchen, assessing the catastrophe, his stomach suddenly has something to say about it.
“Oh shit,” I laugh as the loud, angry growl fills the room. “We really need to feed you.”
“Takeout?”
I give his attempt at dinner another glance.
“Takeout,” I agree.
“Come on,” he says, surprising me by taking my hand and entwining our fingers together. Warmth spreads up my arm, my grip tightening as he tugs me through the house and to his den. I might have only had a very brief tour of this place, but I already know that this is my favorite room. Not only does it house his trophies and his hockey history, but it’s the most homey one. The others are all gorgeous, but in the kind of way you see in magazines and on TV. This room oozes Cooper, from the dark leather couch to the almost-black chunky furniture. He had a hand in this room, unlike, I suspect, the others, and I just love it.
Once we’re at the couch, he falls into it, dragging me with him and giving me little choice but to tuck into his side.
“What do you fancy?” he asks, unlocking his cell and opening a food delivery app.
“Whatever. You’re the one who’s wasting away,” I tease.
“Oh really?” he taunts, untwisting our hands and placing my palm over his abs.
His muscles contract beneath my skin.
“Does that feel like I’m wasting away to you?”
“Maybe if you go another hour without food. A machine like this needs fuel, remember?”
“I remember,” he rasps, opening up a restaurant menu. “Have you eaten at this place?’
“No, I don’t think so.”
“It’s incredible. One of the guys recommended it to me when I first arrived.”
“Sounds great.” I watch as he scrolls through and adds multiple chicken dishes, some potatoes and multiple sides to his cart, all of which sound amazing, before he hands his cell over for me to make some selections.
“It’ll be here in twenty,” Cooper says, abandoning his cell on the arm of the couch in favor of the TV remote and bringing the huge screen to life.
“Any requests?” he asks as he begins scrolling through the home screen.
“A game is fine,” I say.
