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My skin tingles with awareness as I move through the crowd, and just before I get to the door, I glance back again.
Yep, still watching me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I swear, I don’t breathe until I step out into the hallway, but even then, it’s ragged. Anyone would think I just stepped off the ice after a five-minute shift.
I take off, my shoes thumping against the floor as I make my escape. But everything comes to a grinding halt when I hear my name called in a deep, sexy voice.
Motherfucker.
I pause, but I don’t turn around. I can’t.
I came up here with the intention of talking to him, but now that the time has come, I’m not sure I want to have the conversation.
A sudden rush of exhaustion floods through me.
“Nash, wait,” he calls, closer this time.
“Fuck,” I mutter before glancing to my right and finding a door labeled as storage.
As I reach for the door handle, I check to see that we’re alone before wrapping my fingers around his wrist and tugging him in behind me.
“Huh, is this a kink of yours?” he teases as I drag my hand across the wall, searching for a light switch. “If it is, I can totally get on board.”
The door clicks closed, cutting off the last few streaks of light.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. This wasn’t what I had in mind. Although, to be fair, I don’t really know what I'm thinking, just that I need to talk to him. Make him promise me that that kiss stays between us, so I don’t spend my nights worrying about when it’s going to hit the media instead of getting the rest I need.
My search continues, but I don’t find anything.
Who designs a storage closet and doesn’t put the light switch somewhere fucking obvious?
Suddenly, light fills the space, and when I turn around, I find him standing there, mostly cast in shadow with the light on his cell illuminating the space between us.
“It’s right there,” he says, pointing behind me.
“W-what?” I stutter as I take in the sharp lines of his face.
“The light switch. It’s right there.”
“Oh.” I spin around, and there it is.
Fuck’s sake.
I flick it on, flooding us and the storage room full of…toilet paper—delightful.
“So…” he starts while I’ve still got my back to him. “Did you drag me in here for another secret closet rendezvous, or was there something else that you wanted?”
My shoulders tense. The tiny bit of hope I’d had that he might just have had enough to drink that night that he’d forgotten flies out the window.
My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath before I man the fuck up and turn around to face him.
“I need…” My words trail off as I stare into his eyes, something I don’t feel all that often fluttering inside me.
Garrett Wentworth is hot.
He’s got high cheekbones, a square jaw that’s covered in the perfect amount of scruff, full lips, and gray-blue eyes that I could get lost in for hours.
