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“Okay, what’s up?” Definitely not my dick. Don’t look down.
Richie: Pandas are so dumb, they’re carnivorous but eat plants. Because … plants are right there. Einstein: That sounds more lazy than dumb. Richie: When Sloths climb trees, they sometimes think their own limb is a branch and fall to their death. Einstein: LMAO! Oh wait, I mean … I shouldn’t laugh at that, right? Richie: Turkeys drown by staring up at the sky when it’s raining. Einstein: And we have a winner.
Ace Valentine’s Day cards. They should be a thing. I like you a lot, I think you’re hot, but I don’t want you near my spot.
Richie: Okay, way to put a guy on the spot. It’s sort of hard to explain, I guess. Most of the time when you meet someone, it’s their body or their face or their ass that gets your attention. We don’t have that. You’re cagey and low on details, so I don’t really know you, but I do in a different way.
Emma throw my little fascination back in my face hurt at the time, but she was right about how great our sex was after watching The Witcher.
My high school obsession with Supernatural and Dean Winchester.
Einstein: You know the show The Witcher? Turns out I have a bit of a thing for him. Richie: When you say ‘a thing’ … Einstein: He turned me on, okay? I jerked off to him so much I worried I’d pull a muscle.
Richie: Hey, I get it. Henry Cavill’s hot.
It’s self-doubt talking, but when the hell will anyone ever actually want to be around me?
Zach has half the hockey team chasing after him to make sure he’s okay, and who do I have? I don’t need to check behind me to know the answer to that question.
There’s clearly something there between us, and it both terrifies and excites me. Uh, me and Richie. Not me and Cohen.
Einstein: I don’t think. I know. I’m starting to really like you too.
Einstein: At least you know not to look up at the sky when it’s raining. Your spirit animal should be one step higher than drowning turkey. Richie: That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.
And now that I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s him, I’m going to be so fucking disappointed if it isn’t. Because Cohen? Oh, yeah, the attraction’s there.
“Please do. My boyfriend is a possessive motherfucker. He’ll tear it right off.”
So not subtle, Beck follows Richie’s gaze to me, just as I point at my neck again. Beck’s stare flies back to Richie, then to me, then back to the gigantic goddamn hickey.
“You okay?” Foster asks him. “Okay?” Beck forces himself to inhale. “I’m fucking fantastic. So fantastic, I’m buying everyone a round of fruity-as-fuck cocktails. Want one, Cohen? Seth? Of course you do! This is great. Lunch is great. What a fantastic day.”
“I’m a nudist!” I blurt. They both look confused. “I’m trying to recruit Seth into my cult. That’s why I’m naked.”
“I actually gave up my clothing for Lent.” “That starts in February,” Seth mutters.
“So, I have some slightly disturbing news,” I say. “You do?” I nod. “I think I’m kind of dating everyone I’ve ever slept with? And, we didn’t break up. So, I’ve cheated on all of them with you. A lot.”
“I’ve had plenty of practice with swallowing now.” I choke on my spit, and Richie gives my back a light pat as he leans in. “And you’ve had plenty of practice making that sound.” “Fuck off.” I’ll deep-throat that bastard yet.
“Just curious. Did you realize that when you started dating Cohen, you were inheriting a whole hockey team?” “What do you mean?” His grin is too smug. “They’re yours now. Good luck, big brother.”
“Is everyone on this team fucking gay?” I break away from Seth and turn to Henrikson. “If we want to get technical, Jacobs is the only gay one.” Jacobs calls out as he walks past, “Nope. I’m bi again! I think.”
“If you can’t beat ’em, beat ’em off instead.”
“Eh. I’ll still love you anyway.” Seth lets out a little gasp, and my eyes widen. That didn’t just fall out of my mouth, did it? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. “You’ll what?” Seth’s lips curve upward. “I’ll still … uh, like you? Very much. Yes. That.” His smile only widens. “You love me?” I swallow the large lump in my throat. “Umm, no?” He cocks an eyebrow, and his lips press together. “Yes?” “You sound confused.”
“Yeah, bro. I love ya. Like I love puppies and rainbows and shit.”
Seth is more important to me than a job. That’s all there is to it.
“Yep. My French will come in handy. Criss de niaiseux.” “What does that mean?” “Dumb fucks. I think. Something like that. I’m a little rusty.” “Everyone in Montreal is going to hate you if all you can do is insult them.”
“No one at this table’s going to sleep with you, dickhead.” “Pity. I’ve got a big dick.”
“You were more important to me than any game. I said no to an opportunity I’d been searching for all year to stay with you. This year at training, I wasn’t thinking about the weekend game, I was too busy concentrating on when I’d get to see you next. And moving to Montreal, it’s not even the job I’m looking forward to. It’s getting to wake up next to you every day.”
“Thank you.” “For?” “Needing me.” “Always.” He kisses my ear. “Only you, Einstein.”
“Sometimes I come out with super smart and insightful things.” Seth smiles. “Other times you ask where your phone is when it’s in your hand.” “Damn straight.”
