Page 39 of Holiday Crush
“Did you say something?” I reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and pulled out a few.
“Maybe, but I can’t remember my name yet, so don’t quote me.”
We cleaned up and burrowed under the duvet, facing each other.
Now, this was where things got dicey with new lovers. In my experience, it didn’t matter how mind-blowing the sex was either. There were practical things to cover, like…was this going to be a sleepover? Of course, I had to wake up early, so that would probably be a quick discussion. But the fact that boundaries needed to be reestablished when my body felt like mush sort of sucked.
And I might have to explain my mini pre-sex meltdown.Yikes.
“Thanks for the fritter,” I blurted, tracing a faint scar on his forearm. “I paired it with our medium roast, and it was amazing.”
Court chuckled, his nose and eyes crinkling merrily. “I just fucked your brains out and you’re thinking about fritters?”
“Sorry.” I buried my face into my pillow to hide my certain blush. “Awkward moment.”
“Hey, let me see you.” He tapped my shoulder, kissing me when I lifted my chin. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Better than the fritter. Say it,” he teased.
I barked a laugh. “Much much better.”
We eventually made our way downstairs and ordered Chinese. We curled up together on the sofa, sipping wine and making small talk while we waited for our delivery.
“What’d you do today?” I asked, twisting the stem of my glass between my fingers.
“I went for an early run to the sports center, worked out at the gym, then showered and hitched a ride with Riley to the rink. I was there all afternoon.”
“Are you liking your job a little more?”
Court chuckled. “Well…I don’t hate it. The kids are cute and when they aren’t driving me batty, they’re hilarious.”
I grinned. “I bet. Tell me about them.”
“Okay.” He wrinkled his brow as if in deep thought. “While I explained the importance of grip placement today, this seven-year-old named Russ dared a cute girl with braids whose name I can’t remember to do somersaults at center ice.”
“I would totally take that dare.”
“Of course you would. Yesterday, Jack and Jason got into a big fight. I had to put them both in the sin bin for throwing punches,” he continued.
I made a comical face. “Oops.”
“Yeah. And last week, this kid Monty stuck a wad of gum on a teammate’s stick as a prank, and it backfired on a few fronts. No gum is allowed on the ice,andthe stick was borrowed and belonged to another family. There were tears and honestly, it was a little traumatic for me.”
I patted his arm and grinned. “Poor baby.”
“Right?” Court shook his head in mock disbelief. “And listen to this one…someone peed their pants on the ice.”
“No!”
“Yes. That was above my pay grade.”
“How could you tell it was pee?”
“For fuck’s sake, it was yellow, Ive! I mean…c’mon. No one fessed up, and I didn’t want to know anyway. I surrendered the ice to Ronnie,” he huffed while I dissolved into hysterics. “Yeah, yeah, very funny.”
I nudged his feet playfully. “Sounds like you’re doing well.”