Page 32 of Hockey Boy
Her smile returns. “My number.”
Gritting my teeth, I remind myself that I have no claim over this woman.Not yet. “Your number?”
“Yeah. Hopefully he’ll text me when they’re done with their set. I’m pretty sure he thinks I handed him a song request, but unless he thinks I’m asking him to sing that song about Jenny, I doubt he’ll belt out a series of numbers into the mic.”
The tension in my jaw instantly dissipates, and a bark of a laugh escapes me. I doubt anyone else would understand Lennox’s rambling, but she and I speak the same damn language. I get her, and shegets me. “Can you imagine how many people called that number when that song came out?”
“I always wished it was my number. How cool would it be to answer the phone singing867-5309?”
My chest expands at the joy radiating from her. “Well, while you were flirting with lover boy up there, I was made a fool of not once but twice.”
Brows shooting to her hairline, Lennox plucks the glass of champagne from my hand. “Oh yeah, how?”
“First, a woman asked me to take a picture. I thought she wanted a picturewithme, but it turns out she just wanted me totake a picture of her.”
Lennox covers her mouth like she’s trying not to spew champagne, her eyes glittering in the overhead lights. “No.”
I nod. “Yup. Then another woman approached me. She actually did know who I was, and when she hit on me, I told her I was with you. Then the two of us watched you give your number to that guy.”I thumb over my shoulder at the stage.
Lennox’s eyes go wide, and then she’s peering around me. “Where is she?”
My heart stutters. Is she jealous? The old Lennox would be. If another woman so much as breathed near me, she would be ready to knock her out.
“Why?” I challenge, keeping my cool. “You going to go over there and set her straight? Tell her I’m taken?”
Stepping back, she holds up a hand between us. “I mean, you are. Though not by me.”
Frustration mixes with the jealousy still coursing through me after she gave her number to Seven’s lead singer. I step in so close that my lips brush against her ear when I speak. “Or maybe you could show her that I’m taken.”
Lennox sucks in a breath. “H-how?” she stutters.
“Dance with me.” I grasp her waist and pull her into me, almost causing herto spill champagne all over the both of us. “Come on, Lex. Never have I ever danced with a pretty girl at a wedding.”
Her body relaxes, but she rolls her eyes and brings her drink to her lips, refusing to give in. “Ha, nice try. You’re a serial monogamist. There’s no way you haven’t danced with a beautiful woman at a wedding.”
“Keeping tabs on me?” I tease.
Her cheeks go pink, and she huffs. “No. What? Ugh.”
“Come on, Lex. Dance with me,” I beg, wrapping my arm around her hips and pressing my body against hers.
She tucks her chin and seems to be considering the way our bodies are touching before swallowing thickly, like she’s scared to get too close to me. Like she knows if she does, she won’t be able to hold herself back anymore.
Good. That’s how I want her.
“Fine. I’ll give you another one,” I whisper.
Then, with her gaze locked on mine, I tell her the truth. “Never have I ever gotten over you.”
What in theever-loving hell is happening? Aiden watches me, his golden eyes warm, and I feel like I’m lost in this moment, my world turning upside down. Maybe it’s because he’s so close. I’m steeping in his scent, absorbing the heat of his body.
“What?” I whisper, still shocked by his admission.
Aiden lets out a shaky breath?—
“Lennox?”
I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of my name behind me. Aiden remains steady, his fingers tightening on my hip possessively as the lead singer of Seven—Ryder, I’ve discovered through the research I’ve done since Serena asked me to get into contact with them—approaches.