Authors: Rebecca Yarros
Josh Walker was taking a cold shower for me? Maybe I could jump in behind him and warm up the water . . . “Oh. I’m sorry about that, too.” Not really.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “I’m not.” He backed me into the wall again and leaned down, hovering right above my mouth. I was not going to give in again; I wasn’t strong enough to step away twice, and I wasn’t ready for a relationship. “If you apologize like that, feel free to treat me like shit any time you want. I will be your personal doormat.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“I have to go.” I breathed unevenly. I had to get away . . . before I didn’t.
He opened the door for me and watched until I was walking into my apartment. “Hey, December?”
I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to see his half-naked body on display, or the lines of the tattoo I craved to trace with my tongue. “Yeah?”
“I hope you sleep better than I do.”
The change in topics threw me. “You’re not sleeping?”
He slowly shook his head. “Knowing my bedroom backs up to yours, that you’re only a wall away, lying in bed, makes that pretty fucking impossible.”
Every muscle in my body loosened, tingles of energy rushing through me. Could a girl orgasm from words? A charged silence passed between us.
“’Night.”
It was my turn to stare until he shut the door behind him. I stumbled into our apartment, shutting the door behind me, then sinking to the floor. Sam popped around the corner, her hair styled and makeup half done. “Did you apologize?”
I could have denied what had happened, but if I was going to choose a friend to trust, then Sam was the perfect candidate. She’d never betrayed me once in our five years of friendship. “If by apologize, you mean nearly swallowing his tongue and debating if I should remove his pants with my hands or teeth?”
“Nuh-uh!” She pulled me off the floor and wrapped her arm around me. “Oh, girl, you’d better dish.” She plopped me down on her bed and went back to the vanity, watching my reflection as she expertly applied her makeup.
“I’m not even sure what to say.”
She turned in her seat. “How about you start with how you finally got the guy you drooled all over freshman year?”
Freshman year. I hadn’t just drooled all over him, I’d fantasized about him, written his last name attached to mine in the back of my English notebook. He’d been total teenage girl drool material, but it hadn’t been the eight-pack abs from the weight room that got me. No, his devil-may-care grin was what drew me to him, the way he never seemed to care what social norm dictated.
“Earth to Ember.”
“Hmmm?”
“Lost in Josh-land?”
“Just thinking about how things have changed. Five years ago I never would have had the guts to even speak to Josh.” Oh no, our social orbits were nowhere near each other. He had been the sun, and I had been somewhere like Pluto, trying, but still not even a planet.
“Remember when I dared you to ask him to Sadie Hawkins?” She applied her mascara like the cosmetic expert she was.
The memory swept over me, and I laughed. “Thank God I found out Vickie Brasier already had! Could you have imagined the utter embarrassment?”
“Well, now you’re hooking up with him!”
I grimaced. “Not exactly hooked up. More like . . . half hooked up?”
She waggled her finger at me. “You let that man get away without snatching a piece?”
“He kind of turned me down.” Could she hear the sheer mortification coming through the high pitch of my voice? I sure could.
“Huh.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She went back to her mascara. “It’s just that he has kind of the same reputation here as he did in high school. The girls chase him, and he lets them ‘catch’, if you will. He’s the perfect rebound guy for you, actually. He doesn’t tend to go back to pastures he’s already grazed. Hmmmm.”
“Sam, spit it out!”
Her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. “I don’t know. I don’t really hear about him turning hot girls away.”
“Great, so I’m broken.”
“Why don’t you ask him about it at hockey tomorrow? He’s never had a problem with his reputation.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds logical and all. ‘Hey, Josh, why didn’t you sleep with me when I threw myself at you?’ Is that something you would ask?” I zipped my hoodie to the neck, suddenly feeling a little cheap.
“You threw yourself at him?”
“The night I found Riley and Kayla.”
We hadn’t really broached the Riley/Kayla topic. She knew why I left, voiced her disgust at Kayla and all, but had never said I told you so. “What exactly did he say?”
I pulled my knees up to my chest. “He wasn’t having sex with me until it was about ‘us,’ and not just about the damage on me.”
Her mascara tube hit the vanity, and her mouth gaped open. “Holy shit. You got to Josh Walker.”
I was too scared to smile. “Not as much as he’s gotten to me.”
Chapter Eleven
There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world to justify Gus being on the ice at seven a.m. It took about a half hour for him to gear up, fifteen minutes to drive to the arena, a ten minute well-check on Mom, which I promised I’d finish after practice, and a half-hour drive to Mom’s house to pick up Gus. That had me getting up at five on a Saturday morning and forsaking my morning run. The alteration in my schedule had my skin crawling, but Gus was worth the adjustment.
The seven minute pit stop at Starbucks made this possible. No caffeine, no wakey. That’s how my body worked.
I finished tightening his skates, kissed his curls, and sent him to the ice with a playful swat on his backside. “Go get ’em, Tiger!”
“Ha! Never heard that one,” he threw back.
Two more weeks of the season and then playoffs. I could keep this up for that long. Besides, even though Mom had been awake, she hadn’t really been there. Fake smile, fake laugh, but real pancakes. One day off from Sunday, but the effort was there, and much appreciated. I hesitated to hope that she was getting better, but maybe if I carried her just a little further, she’d come back to us for real.
My mocha warmed my hands as my backside absorbed the chill from the steel bleachers. I nodded to the two blond girls I’d seen here last week and attempted not to let my eyes bug out of my head at what Tweedledee and Tweedledum were wearing. It was way too freaking early to show that much cleavage at a kids’ hockey game. I kind of hoped they froze their assets off. I squashed my mean thoughts and searched the coaches, but Josh wasn’t here, yet. It wasn’t like him to be late when hockey was involved.
I took my book out of my bag and went back to studying my mind-numbing childhood education texts. If I could knock this out this morning, I had the rest of the weekend to indulge in my history reading.
Every few pages, I lifted my head, telling myself I was checking on Gus. I was really looking for Josh. Maybe I should have apologized for what happened last night, but look how that apology turned out. If I tried to say I’m sorry now, I would probably start humping his leg like a horny dog.
“I guess no Walker brownie points today,” one of the Tweedle twins muttered behind me.
I locked my gaze on Gus, refusing to turn around and blatantly stare at the stalkers behind me. It didn’t stop me from listening, though.
“I know.” Tweedledum sighed. “Totally makes getting up so damn early a waste of time if we can’t go out to breakfast with him.”
“I guess we could take Jagger out,” Tweedledee muttered. I hadn’t noticed before that Jagger coached with Josh.
“You’ve already slept with Jagger.”
“Only because Josh wasn’t interested.”
I sputtered, nearly sending coffee out my nose.
“Yeah, he’s been kinda off for the last few weeks, you know? He’s turning
everyone
down
.
” Tweedledum sounded annoyed. “And sorry, but Jagger may be hot, but he’s no Josh.”
He was turning down everyone. I bit back my smile and tried to tune out of their conversation and focus on my work when Gus wasn’t on the ice. By the time the game was over, he’d scored one goal and had an assist for the win. Each time, he’d pointed to me in the stands like such a big man. I was so proud of him.
Dad would have been proud of him, too.
The familiar ache settled in my chest. The pain wasn’t lessening; it was still sharp at moments and dull at others, but it was sinking in my heart, making room for other things, too. I had room to smile at Gus’s goal, to find joy in his grin.
I blew him a kiss after the team fell on each other in a melee of black and gold. He needed this. Hell,
I
needed this.
Gus waved at me, but it was Jagger who faked receiving the kiss and blew one back. I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of me.
It didn’t go unnoticed by the Tweedle twins.
“Hey, you, Red!” Tweedledum shouted down to me.
I gathered what composure I had and turned. “Yes?”
“Was Jagger Bateman kissing at you?” Her eyes narrowed and her lips turned in an insulted sneer. Great.
I took a deep breath. This was how those crazy hockey-parent YouTube clips started. “I’m his next-door neighbor. He was just goofing around. I’m sorry, is he your boyfriend?” I damn well knew the answer to that one.
Did she flush? “No, I just know him.” Her voice dropped suggestively. “Really well.”
The other girl narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, and I’m really close to Josh, his roommate.”
What. A. Bitch. “Ah, well, to me he’s just my neighbor and my little brother’s hockey coach. Which one is your brother?”
Now they both flushed scarlet. “We just come to support the team.”
“Yeah,” I dropped my gaze at their exposed cleavage and raised my eyebrows. “Those puppies definitely need all the support they can get at seven a.m.”
The kids cleared off to the locker room, and Jagger motioned me over. “See you later, girls. Don’t catch a cold!” I snagged my bag and empty tumbler as I hopped off the bleachers. I couldn’t get away from them fast enough.
“What’s up?” I asked Jagger as he waited by the locker room doors. “Gus okay?”
He gave me a killer smile, but it didn’t make me want to strip him naked and pounce the way Josh’s smile did. Good to know I was discerning with my horniness. “Yeah, he was a star out there today. Just wanted to tell you he lost a snap when he took off his helmet, so just in case he forgets to tell you, he needs that fixed before practice on Monday.”
“Awesome. Thanks, Jagger.” He might have been all jokes and smiles, but I liked that he was serious when it came to the kids.
“No problem.” He leaned back against the wall, changing gears. “I know you’re really here for Gus, but you’re here for Josh, too, huh?”
There was no point lying to Josh’s roommate. I nodded my head slightly. “Pathetic, I know.”
“He’s different around you,” he admitted, looking at me through assessing eyes.
“He’s different around every girl!” Tweedledee sang, popping over. “Hiya, Jagger.”
Jagger smiled at the girls, “Heather, Sophie, nice to see you.” Darn, now I knew their names. I liked my version better.
Wait one second.
Heather
? Was she the one texting Josh?
“So where’s Josh?” Heather, aka Tweedledum, asked.
“Yeah, did he go and disappear again?” Tweedledee, Sophie, chimed in.
“He’s busy this weekend.” Jagger shot me a look I couldn’t interpret. “Ember, I’m sure I’ll see you around. Gus should be out in a sec. Don’t forget about the helmet, okay?”
I nodded to him, keeping my breathing even and my back to the girls who laid obvious claims to the boys next door.
“You know Josh disappears every few weeks, right?” Heather asked me, stepping into my vision. “Not that you’d need to know the schedule of your . . . neighbor.” She looked me up and down and then smirked like my jeans and zip-up Tigers fleece weren’t good enough for her.
Sophie chimed in. “Every few weeks he just needs to . . . go blow off some steam.”
“Yeah, like with a new girl,” Heather muttered under her breath, but I heard her. She meant me to.
I’d never been so thankful to see sweat-covered curls as I was when Gus came out of the locker room. “Ember! Did you see that rockin’ goal?”
I took his stick, but he was picky about carrying his own gear. “Yeah, you’re a star!”
“Ladies.” Gus gave the girls the head nod. He’d been spending too much time with Josh.
“See you next stalking opportunity?” I asked with a sweet smile. They glared, and we walked out. “I think this victory deserves donuts!”
“Score!”
Forty-five minutes later, armed with mochachinos and a dozen donuts, we made it home. I juggled the coffees while Gus manhandled the donuts, but they made it in the door surprisingly in one piece. Mom and Grams sat at the dining room table. Mom gave us a forced smile as we came in.
Gus slid the donuts onto the table and didn’t bother getting a napkin or washing his hands before he stuffed a chocolate-glazed into his mouth. He was always famished after games.
“How was the game?” Mom asked me, gawking at his face.
“Great, they won, three to one, and Gus scored a goal and an assist.” I handed out the coffees, leaving April’s in the holder. She probably wouldn’t be up for hours, but at least she wouldn’t bitch that I’d forgotten her on the coffee run.
“Good job!” Grams cheered.
Gus wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Thanks, Grams! Mom, do you think you can come next week? It’s parents weekend and our last game before playoffs.”
Her smile faltered, and I almost jumped in for her. “We’ll see how this week goes, okay?”
No one mentioned that she hadn’t left the house since the funeral.
“Cool!” He reached for the box again, and Mom snapped the lid shut.
“Not until you shower the stink off you and put your sweaty duds in the hamper, mister.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grumbled, but headed for the laundry room and back stairs.
She’d disciplined him. She’d cared. She’d noticed something outside herself for real, no faking. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I slipped into my seat. Flanked by Grams and Mom, the heaviness eased, like some of the weight I’d been carrying was lifted off my soul.