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I take a look around the room and decide I’m better off going home. A pair of comfortable sweats and a love seat are calling my name.
“Actually, I was just leaving,” I admit.
“You sure?” Her perfectly shaped eyebrow arches. “It’s early …”
I nod. “I’ll see you later,” I promise.
“Okay.” I watch as Madison’s blonde head disappears into the crowd.
Just as I’m making my way toward the front door, I catch sight of Sam stumbling down the stairs. I know he dated Oakley at the first of the year, but I didn’t really know my dormmate well then. We’ve only become better friends over the last few weeks. It’s difficult for me to picture Oakley with him. She’s so sweet, and he’s so … him.
A few people are shouting Sam’s name. Someone hands him a drink. Women surround the hockey stud. They treat him like a celebrity.
Sam and I make eye contact right before I reach my escape at the front of the house. He smirks at me like he caught me staring, has the gall to wink, and tips his fresh drink. My eyes narrow, and my lips automatically curl as I salute him with my middle finger. It only causes his smirk to deepen.
Arrogant hockey players. They think they own the world.
I turn and disappear out the door, happy to never see Sam Anderson again.
CHAPTER FOUR
SAM
There’s a jackhammer pounding inside my head relentlessly. My mouth is dry, and my body aches. It takes a few seconds for the fog to clear from my brain after my eyes open. I’m lying in an unfamiliar bed. I don’t recognize the patterned wallpaper or the desk across the room. Sunlight is penetrating through the sheer curtains, doing a poor job of blocking out the sun. I squint, which only makes my head hurt worse. The room is hot. Too hot. And it smells of sex and something fruity.
Someone shifts on the mattress beside me.
I glance over to see auburn hair draped across purple sheets. I don’t remember leaving the party last night, and I sure as hell don’t remember ending up here. But judging by the two used condoms in the wastebasket next to the bed and the fact that my clothes are strewn across the floor haphazardly, we must’ve had a good time.
“Morning,” the redhead moans while sliding her hand across my bare stomach.
I have no idea what her name is.
“Morning.” My voice is rough and scratchy, which is exactly how my entire body feels.
She shifts until her cheek is resting on my chest. Yesterday’s makeup is smeared beneath her eyes, and one of her fake eyelashes looks like it’s about to jump ship.
“Last night was fun,” she purrs.
Her hand slides south along my abs until her palm wraps around my cock. I’m hard already. I blame the morning for that even more than the naked woman lying in bed with me. She starts rubbing me from root to tip. I throw an arm behind my head and let her.
“It was,” I agree, though my memory of the night is basically nonexistent. I can thank the ten beers and the multiple shots for that. I’ve always had a high tolerance for alcohol, but lately, I seem to be testing that line more and more.
I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her hand gliding along my sensitive length until it dawns on me that it’s Sunday morning. I have a meeting with Coach Hardam today. Eleven a.m. sharp. He’s the one who scheduled it, but I’m expected to rearrange my schedule to accommodate him regardless of the day and time.
My eyes shoot open, and sharp pain radiates through my skull from the motion. I glance around until I spot my phone on a side table, grabbing it to see that I’ve got exactly thirteen minutes to make it. My sudden movement forces my bedmate to drop her hand onto the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
I ignore the question as I jump up and start throwing on my clothes.
“You’re leaving?” she asks, her full mouth in an unhappy pout.
“I’ve got a meeting with my coach at eleven. He gets pissed if we’re late.”
That’s the understatement of the century. If we were in the middle of the season and I wasn’t on time, he’d bench my ass. I’m not sure what he’ll do now that the season is over. But I don’t want to find out. Coach Hardam is known for holding grudges. And his memory is long. Very long.
I sit on the edge of the bed to tie my sneakers, and the redhead wraps her arms around me from behind.
