Page 120 of Like a Power Play
Their goalie, Clover Solace, is the best goalie in the entire league. Hell, I’d argue she’s the best goalie in all of hockey. Her stats are unreal, a .943 save percentage and a 1.56 GAA in two and a half seasons. If she keeps this up, she’ll break every record in the sport.
She’s the reason the Sabertooths lost the Walter Cup last season.
“Who would I be if I didn’t rep the team I plan to play on?” I ask, stepping toward her with a grin.
Darcy’s lips curl into a smirk. “A winner.”
I try to fight it, but a suppressed laugh slips from my lips, and I take another step, the heat of her body radiating against mine.
“You’re going down, Coach,” I murmur, flicking my gaze up her body.
Darcy’s brow cocks in challenge. Her eyes flick from mine to my lips, a breath catching in her throat. When her tongue brushes over her lower lip, she exhales, her jersey pressing against mine. My heart thrums against my ribcage.
And all I can think about is four days ago, in Salem.
How I tried—veryclearly—to kiss her.
How she—veryclearly—didn’t let me.
I think about how hurt she sounded talking about Brenna. And how, no matter how much I want to show her I’m not like that, I could never risk pushing her into something she’s not ready for.
So I take a step back. Repeating it like a prayer:Don’t kiss her. Don’t kiss her. Don’t kiss her.
The only problem is I back right into the grimy tile wall.
I shift to the side.
But Darcy moves with me.
Her hands land on my shoulders. Then her eyes drop to my mouth. And I stop breathing entirely.
Don’t kiss her.
Don’t kiss her.
Don’t kiss her.
She looks back into my eyes, like she’s telling herself the same thing, like she’s about to pull away and apologize, just like I did.
“This is a bad idea,” I blurt.
She nods. “The worst.”
“We definitely shouldn’t do this,” I try again.
“Definitely,” she breathes.
“You don’t do this.”
“And you don’t have time.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
But the moment that word leaves her mouth, I know it’s pointless. And before I can even convince myself I meant it when I said we shouldn’t—
She fucking kisses me.
