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“I know that look.”
Tommy reached for my hand and laced our fingers together as we headed into the Brookfield Mall. Then he stopped to kiss me. Right there in the open, where everyone could see. It didn’t matter, though. We weren’t in Canfield. Brookfield was huge, and sure, kids from our town could be there, but they probably wouldn’t even notice us. So what if they did?
“What was that for?” I gasped out once he pulled back. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs while my heart thumped against my chest.
He shrugged. “Because I love you. Because you’re mine and I’m yours. Come on.” He dragged me farther into the building, a place we had been coming to since I moved here four years ago.
“Because I love you. Because you’re mine and I’m yours.”
Those words echoed through my mind as I followed behind my best friend. I had started to dream of all sorts of things with Tommy now that we had become, well, lovers. What our future might look like once we got out of here. We just had to wait a few more months for him to graduate.
Tommy tugged on my hand as he approached the photo booth. “Come on, Bug, age before beauty,” he teased, then opened the curtain to let me step inside first.
“So funny.” I rolled my eyes as I climbed into the booth. “Oof, good thing I’m smaller than you.” I grunted as he shoved his large body next to mine.
He chuckled as he planted a wet kiss on my cheek. “You fucking love my hockey ass.” He wasn’t wrong. “Come on, make sure you look pretty for me.” Tommy leaned forward to deposit some money into the machine before he hooked an arm around my shoulders. “Make these some good ones, Blake, because we’re both getting copies.”
“Good ones?” I turned to look at him just as Tommy kissed me, his lips colliding with mine, and the flash went off.
I grabbed his shirt to yank him closer, and when the camera went off again, Tommy chuckled softly.
“They can’t all be pictures of you sucking my face off, Bug.” He tilted my head towards the screen where the camera was. “Smile for me.” He rested his head against mine.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” Tommy answered, and a smile spread over my face so big it hurt just as the last photo was taken.
He helped me out of the booth when we were done and nudged me as we waited for them to print. “You want to fuck later?” he whispered.
Heat curled inside my body. “Yes, yes, I do.”
We hadn’t had sex since that Sunday morning after his game. Not for lack of trying. Monday, my mother had been drunk when I’d gotten home, and I’d had to deal with that nightmare. Tuesday, Tommy had a late hockey practice. Wednesday and Thursday, I had band. But now here we were, Friday night, together and everything had aligned for us.
“Mm, I bet you do.” Tommy tipped my head up so he could slide his lips over mine. “My good little bottom, so greedy and ready for me.”
I peered up at him with lust coursing through my veins. “Don’t tease me.”
“Shit,” he whispered, then pulled away from me. “Act normal.”
“Hey, assholes.” Killian punched my shoulder harder than he needed to, and when Tommy growled, he held up both his palms. “Relax, man, I was just messing around.”
His eyes darted to where the machine had just spat our pictures, but Tommy managed to grab them before Killian could. Had he seen us kissing? Not that I was embarrassed. I just didn’t want Killian to be a dick about it.
Dean rolled his eyes. “I think you’re hangry, Kill. Let’s go to the food court.”
“You two want to come, or is this, like, a date?” Killian wiggled his brows at us. “Geez, you remind me of Maverick and Jackson sometimes with how much time you spend together. Always rushing off instead of hanging out with us. Maverick is a miserable prick now. Don’t let that happen to you, Blake. We leave in a couple of months.”
“It won’t,” I assured him.
Tommy and I were different. We were rock solid. I mean, we did spend a lot of time together, but that was just how we were. Besides, we were together. Wasn’t that what couples did? I widened my eyes at Tommy to try to see what he wanted to do. When he wrinkled his nose at me, I smiled and bumped his large frame with my hip. We could just hang out for a little while before we went back to his place.
“Fine.”
“Fine? Don’t let me twist your arm or anything, Blakey.” Killian was in a mood tonight. Maybe this thing with Matthias was getting to him. Running around, hiding, pretending to be straight when he obviously wasn’t.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Watch yourself, Hampton. That’s Blake Duncan, your bass player and friend you’re talking to. You’re not the only one writing the songs. It’s time you start showing him some respect.”
Oh, my fucking heart.
