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“Yep. I’ll go and distract Laura.”

“My Romeo,” she quips, a teasing look in her eyes. Those fucking eyes could bring me to my knees if it’s what she wanted.

I open the door and quickly slip out, shutting it behind me. When I turn the corner to the hallway, I see Wren leaning against the wall next to the water fountain, his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

“What?” I ask.

His eyebrows rise. “You do realize you are not very inconspicuous, right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fuck.

Shit.

“Yeah… okay, but, uh,...you’ve got lip gloss on your face.”

Lifting my hand, I swipe at my lips, only for his smirk to widen into a full-blown shit-eating grin.

“Ha! I knew it. Is she yourgiiiiiirlfriend?”

“Wren,” I warn, my gaze narrowing when I realize there isn’t shit on my face, but I accidentally just outed my… relationship with Caroline to him. Not that I would admit it to him.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, Coach. I, uh, came here to ask you something else anyway.” He zips his lips and throws away the key as he stifles another grin.

I was not fucking prepared for this, and frankly, it caught me off guard. Now one of my players is involved, and fuck, I want to be with Caroline, but we’re already being reckless and careless. I clear my throat and ask, “What’s up?”

Wren hesitates, then shakes his head. “Never mind. It was stupid.” He pushes off the wall and hikes his bag higher on his shoulder before turning toward the rink.

“Wren. It’s not stupid. What’s going on?” I say.

He whips back around as his shoulders sag in defeat, “I was going to see if you could help me with this, uh, scholarship paperwork thing I need for school. I need a reference, and I was going to see if you had any time. I know you’re probably busy and only in town for a few days. I ju—”

“Nope, not too busy. How’s tomorrow?”

The emotion that crosses his face causes my heart to squeeze. All he wants from me is time, and the moment that I agree, he’s shocked, every time.

“Y-yeah, that would be cool,” he says.

* * *

“That was possiblythe best thing I’ve had in my life,” Caroline groans as she slides into the passenger seat of my car.

I lean over and capture her lips, tasting the salty-sweet caramel still sticky on her lips. I learned tonight it’s her favorite ice cream flavor, and seeing the way that her eyes lit up when I made a detour and pulled into the small mom-and-pop old-fashioned ice cream parlor on the outskirts of town was worth it a thousand times over. Made me want to buy fucking gallons just to have delivered to her house knowing it makes her that damn happy.

“Gonna have to disagree on that one because I’ve had something farsweeter.”

Her eyebrows rise, and she smirks. “You are a dirty man.”

I shrug. “It’s true, though. Ready to head home?”

She nods. “I’ve been dreaming about your huge…” She leans over the center console until her lips brush against mine lightly, using her tongue to trace my bottom lip. “Hot tubsince I left.”

Christ.

I groan when she pulls back and settles into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt across her chest and securing it. “You are fucking killing me. You can’t do that to me after not being able to touch you for an entire fucking week, Caroline.”

All she does is giggle, making no attempt to stifle the amused sound from her lips, and the entire ride home, she does her best to tease me until my dick feels like it might punch through my jeans. It didn’t help that her hands were everywhere. I could hardly focus on driving.

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