Page 6 of Down to Puck
Parker looks up, happy surprise on his face.
“Agreed,” Erik rumbles.
A few heads turn toward the goalie, waiting for more. But I know better. Erik is a man of few words.
Sawyer grimaces, then forces a smile to his face.
“We’ll talk about it, Em but I agree.” he claps me on the shoulder. “Go with Yasmín. Get your scans, get your shit together, and then get back on the ice where we need you.”
The conversation is quiet as we exit, the doctor leading the way. I can hear voices erupt in argument a second before the door closes behind us, muffling them.
Even the presence of my Angel isn’t enough to stop my heart from aching. I hate feeling weak.
“I feel like I let them down.” I look over at her. “I know that’s stupid, but —”
She puts a hand on my arm, stopping me.
“No. it isn’t. It’s understandable.” There’s a fire in her dark eyes, and I know she isn’t just placating me. “But the only way you would actually let them down is by not focusing on getting better. Come on, let’s go. I promise I won’t bite.”
Her smile washes away the pain and soothes my aching heart.
“Are you sure about that? I seem to recall you biting me a little,” I chuckle as we walk.
The echo of her shoes on the floor slows to a stop. I realize, suddenly, that I put my foot in my mouth again.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I turn to look at her. “I took a hit to the head. I’m sure I’m not remembering right.”
Her eyes are smoldering, but there’s no anger in them. They look exactly like they did right after we kissed. We stand there for a long minute, tension burning between us.
“Guess I’ve got to jog your memory, then,” Yasmín steps closer and leans up on her tiptoes.
It takes me by surprise when she reaches up to pull my mouth down to hers. Then I close my eyes, wrapping both arms around her waist as I claim her mouth— again.
This kiss is nothing like the first. That one was rushed— taken instinctively with no time for thought. This one is slower, measured. Yasmín’s eyes meet mine as our lips brush against each other. I can feel my heart skip a beat, hammering in my chest as her lips close around mine.
Her body feels perfect against mine, her soft curves molding against the peaks and valleys of my hard muscles. She moans against my lips as I slide my tongue into her mouth, exploring, meeting hers, and tangling together.
When we break apart, both of us are panting. The look in her wide eyes is wild.
“I’m sorry—” she says, one hand clamped over her mouth. “I don’t know what I was thinking. This is a terrible idea.”
She turns, walking down the hall and leaving me to follow. The swing in her hips is mesmerizing.
I’ve never been more confused and aroused in my life.
3
Yasmín
I close the door of my apartment hard, falling back against it before sinking to the thick carpet and burying my face in my knees.
“Rough day?”
I bolt upright at the sound of my roommate’s voice.
“Oh fuck— sorry.” I scrub the sleeve of my hoodie across my eyes, wiping up tears. “I didn’t think you were home.”
Skylar rounds the corner from the kitchen. She strides down the hallway, taking in my defeated seat on the floor. Without another word, she slides down the length of the wall to plop down next to me.