Dean (Face-Off 6)
“I’m not doing anything, Dean. I have to pass this last class. Unlike you, I don’t have a professional hockey career waiting for me. I have to work for a living, and if I want this internship, I have to keep my grades up.”
“You’re ranked number one in our graduating class. The chance of you failing the final exam is about as slim as the Flyers winning the Stanley Cup.”
She laughs at my comment. “You had to bring hockey into it.”
I shrug. “I can find a way to relate anything to hockey.”
Tilting her head to the side, she gives me a sexy look that takes me back to the night we kissed. I missed her so much. For the past few weeks, my stomach felt like a knife was digging into it. Living without Kat has been awful. She’s my entire world. I just didn’t realize it until she wasn’t part of it anymore.
“Come with me for one hour. I miss you. I don’t want to go home and leave things like this.”
“Okay,” she whispers, peeking up at me with wide blue eyes. “One hour and then I have to study and pack.”
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm in one hour,” I promise.
She smiles.
One hour is all I need to get her back.
Chapter Nine
Dean
When we walk into the game room, my teammates are engaged in several heated air hockey tournaments with the football team. Of course, none of the tables are open, all of them booked for the next hour. Per school rules, each team of players has to reserve a table. The clipboard on the wall indicates I won’t be playing at all. Not unless I want to come back after dinner.
I hold out my hand to Kat, and she takes it without a fight. “I need a drink. Walk with me to the cafeteria.”
She glances up at the clock on the walk to check the time.
“We have forty more minutes.” I lead her out of the room. “I even set the alarm on my phone to get you back to your dorm on time.”
“You’re taking this hang serious, huh?”
I nod. “I’m a man of my word.”
“That you are,” she mutters.
“I still need to talk to you, Kitten.”
“Can we do that later? Let’s not spoil this.”
Confused, I shake my head. “Spoil what? I just want to talk to you.”
“I know what you’re going to say.”
“Unless you’ve developed the ability to read minds in the past two weeks of ignoring me, then I doubt you know what I want to say.”
“Two weeks ago, that was a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked you to… I wish we never went into that stupid basement… Kissing you changed everything.”
“I wanted to be with you. I don’t regret anything we did.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You don’t?”
“No, not at all. What I regret is losing you over a kiss. You know me better than anyone. I don’t go around campus and hookup with any girl who talks to me.”
She chuckles. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that. It might ruin your street cred.”
“Let people think what they want,” I snap. “I don’t care what they say about me behind my back. The only opinion I care about is yours.”