Page 178 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Then I see her waiting near the wall beside Harper and Allie.
My pulse slows.
Peyton looks up the second she notices me approaching. Her eyes drift briefly over my navy hoodie and damp hair before snapping back to my face.
Too late. I noticed.
Connor notices, too, unfortunately. “Ohhhh my God,” he whispers dramatically behind me.
I don’t even look at him. “Leave,” I say flatly.
“I’m witnessing romance.”
“Connor,” Allie warns.
He grins anyway before Ford physically drags him away down the hallway.
Idiots.
My focus shifts back to Peyton. I stop in front of her, close enough to catch the faint scent of vanilla and laundry detergent beneath the cold arena air.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
Her cheeks are slightly pink. Mine probably are, too.
I lean down slightly toward her. “Ready to go?”
The second the words leave my mouth, she jerks slightly. Like the roughness in my voice affected her more than she expected.
My entire body tightens.
Peyton steps closer instead of away. Then she slowly rises onto her tiptoes.
My breath catches when her lips brush near my ear.
“Let’s go,” she whispers softly.
Fuck.
She pulls back slightly.
I do the same.
And for one suspended second, we just stare at each other.
The noise around us dulls.
The hallway. The team. Everything.
Until it’s just her.
Then I take her hand.
And together, we walk out of Summit Arena.
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