But as soon as we round the corner, Austin’s there, raising an eyebrow so high it could scrape the ceiling.
“Seriously?” he says, smirking. “Storage closet?”
I exhale hard, running a hand through my hair. “Thanks for knocking,” I reply dryly. “Really helped speed things along.”
Austin chuckles, shakes his head. “What if Coach had gone in there?”
“Then I would’ve died of embarrassment,” Isabella mutters, glancing up at me with a smirk I can’t help but return.
And then, like the fucking timing gods are laughing, Coach steps out of the office, frowning as he looks between the three of us.
“What are you guys still doing here?”
“Uh… I got lost.” Jesus, I fucking suck under pressure.
Coach narrows his eyes at me. “Get to the lockers and out of here.”
Isabella takes a step back and our eyes meet for a second before she vanishes around the corner.
I let out a sigh and head for the locker room. My cock’s still sensitive. My pocket’s still holding her panties.
And I’m still fucking obsessed.
“You suck at lying,” Austin says with a chuckle.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I fucking know.”
A group of figure skaters passes as I reach the tunnel. Austin accidentally bumps into one of them—a curvy brunette in a perfectly neat bun.
She stumbles, but Austin flashes that lazy, cocky grin that works way more than it should. “My bad, sweetheart.”
She narrows her blue eyes onto Austin, unimpressed. “Watch where you’re going.”
It’s always kind of funny how hockey players and figure skaters don’t exactly mix. I don’t know if it’s because they think we’re all brain-dead meatheads or because we spend half thetime dodging each other on the ice, but there’s definitely an unspoken rivalry. Not that I care. They do their thing, we do ours.
Austin jogs beside me, pressing play on his playlist.
I shove open the door to the locker room and step inside.
“Turn that shit down,” Nathan mutters, dropping onto the bench.
Austin grins, cranking the volume up instead. “What was that? You love it? Thanks, man.”
Nathan glares, but Austin just shoots him a wink.
I shake my head, tossing my gloves onto the bench and yank my jersey over my head.
“Please tell me someone is down to grab food after this,” Austin groans, ripping his skates off. “I’m a growing boy. I need food before I pass out and die.”
Logan shakes his head, an amused smirk curling his lips. “Don’t you have class after this?”
Austin shoots him a glare. “Why would you say that?”
“Because I know you haven’t been to a lecture in, what… two weeks?”
Austin scowls. “That is wildly inaccurate.”
Logan raises a brow. “Oh yeah? When’s the last time you went?”
