Seth
“You know what I miss?” Iggy says, planting herself on the couch.
“What?” I ask, dealing out the cans of Coke on the table. Kaden emerges from the bathroom, the smell of soap lingering around him when he drops down next to me. He hasn’t even left the studio today.
“Hockey games,” Iggy says.
“Mmm,” I groan, throwing my head back. “Yes! Fuck, hockey games.”
“Right?” Iggy nods, unwrapping her taco.
“I mostly went for the warm-ups.”
“Oh, god yes!” Iggy exclaims. “You know you can see that on TikTok, though?”
“What?” I push my head forward.
“Yeah, it’s all over my for-you-page.”
“My for-you-page’s filled with snakes and grass,” Kaden says around a bite.
I whip my head his way. “What? Weed?”
“No, actual grass.”
Okay, I don’t even—
“Look,” Iggy says, holding her phone in front of me.
“What’s that?” Kaden nods his chin.
“You’ve never seen the warm-ups?”
He shakes his head, and I grab the phone from Iggy, scooting closer to him.
“Oh, Kadey-babe, you’re in for a treat!” I grin.
I keep one eye on the screen and one eye on Kaden, but he doesn’t seem to share my enthusiasm for the damn near sex show happening in front of us. After a while, he looks up, darting his eyes between me and Iggy.
“Seriously?”
“Don’t be that guy,” Iggy says, leaning forward to take back the phone.
“What guy?”
“That straight dude who can’t appreciate a good-looking guy, because you’re afraid you’ll seem gay, or something stupid.”
“Okay, first off? They’re wearing gears? What was I supposed to appreciate?”
“Their movements, Kaden!” I yell, my voice breaking as I throw my arms out. “Their movements. Did you not see the way they were basically grinding the ice? Holy fuck, if I ever get my hands on a hockey player…” I whistle.
He turns his head my way, licking his lips. “I used to play hockey.”
What—? I glance at Iggy, whose eyes are glued to the phone screen and back again. Is he fucking with me right now? And why is he rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, looking at my mouth?
I’ve forgotten how to breathe, and when I swallow, his eyes dart down to my throat, before he locks his gaze with mine.
“You did?”
He nods. “For a little while, yeah.”
I lean back, adjusting my hips and throw an arm around the back of the couch. “Guess that makes you a hockey player?”
“Guess it does.” He presses his tongue to his cheek, trying to hide a smile. I’m burning up and my stomach is fluttering.
“This cheese tastes like fart,” Iggy says, spitting it out in a napkin. I almost forgot she was here.
“Been eating a lot of farts, have you?” I say, raising my brows.
Kaden chuckles beside me.
“No, but I bet you have, you ass-eater,” she says, making a face.
“That’s not an insult, Sully,” I grin, shaking my head.
“You’ve never done it?” Kaden asks her then, and what fresh hell is this?
I whip my head his way. “Have you?”
He turns my way, shooting me a half smile. “I don’t lick and tell.”