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“I…I…I can’t believe this.”
“Why not? I told you last night that I wanted you waiting for me.”
“I thought you were joking.”
“I never joke about getting you in my bed, Garrett.”
His deep voice saying my name does all kinds of unholy things to me.
“I’ve also got you a ticket to the game. You know, if you’re interested.”
“If I’m interested? Are you fucking serious right now?”
His response is a chuckle.
“First, I find out that you’re my boyfriend, and now I’m the owner of a ticket to fly to Denver to watch you play and spend the night in your bed.”
“You can thank me with the best head of my life later.”
“Baby,” I rasp, hoping like hell it sounds seductive through the phone. “You’re not going to know what’s hit you.”
“I can’t wait to find you in my bed.”
“Right, I’m packing. I gotta go.”
“Me too. We’re heading to the arena soon.”
“Oh my god. I’m gonna be there soon too. And I get to watch you play tonight. All I need now is for you to score a goal for me, and I have everything I could possibly want in life.”
“I’ll see what I can do, baby.”
I love you.
The words almost tumble from my mouth, but instead, I catch them with a cough.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes, of course. Everything is incredible. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you soon?”
“Yes. I’ll let you know when we’re taking off, and when I’m there.” I squeal like an excited little girl and hang up to the sound of his deep laughter.
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GARRETT
The second Cooper steps out onto the ice, his eyes scan the crowd for me, finding me not a second later. My heart slams against my ribs, and my temperature increases despite the chill.
Our contact holds for a little longer than I’m expecting before Cooper seems to remember that he’s in the middle of something and focuses on his warm-up.
It isn’t like this for home games—despite knowing where I’m going to be sitting, he doesn’t look up again.
I thought it was because he was fully focused, but now I’m starting to wonder if it has more to do with who I’m sitting with than anything else.
Sienna and the other WAGs would probably notice any kind of eye contact between us. But here, surrounded by strangers, it seems everything is different.
I sip my beer, my eyes tracking Cooper across the ice and, more importantly, watching him roll his hips against it, getting his hip flexors nice and warm. Thoughts of him pulling that exact move with me later has my cheeks blazing.
