Page 85 of Game Misconduct

Leif sighed but he carried the phone with him. He set it on the counter and turned on the water.

Tanner whistled as he walked across the room. “I totally need to eat your ass again next time.”

“Twist my arm,” Leif said with a wry grin. There weren’t a lot of guys he felt comfortable with enough to let them eat his ass or fuck him. Besides, the number of guys who found out he was a hockey player and justassumedhe was a top was ridiculous.

Tanner had been amazing at rimming him and he’d probably be just as good at fucking.

“Hey, your apartment looks dope,” Tanner said. “Will you give me a tour sometime?”

“Sure,” Leif said slowly. “But I don’t think you’ll be playing here in New York until?—”

“No. Not in person. I mean on your phone.”

“Oh.” Leif stepped into the shower, leaving the glass door cracked open a little. “Can you still hear me?”

“You’re a little muffled but yeah,” Tanner said. He sounded a little muffled too.

“Yeah, I’ll give you a tour on my phone, sometime,” Leif promised, speaking a little louder to be sure he could be heard.

He wasn’t sure how he’d suddenly wound up making all of these plans with Tanner but here they were. “Are you going to go shower?”

“I should.”

Leif glanced over to see Tanner hadn’t moved an inch. “Do it,” he said.

Tanner whined and sat up. “It’s so much work. Do you know how much styling I have to do on my hair?”

“No.” Leif dunked his own head under the water and let it soak in.

“Curls are a lot of work.”

“Really?” Leif teased. “Because it usually looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

Tanner scowled and shot him the finger. “I have to use a lot of products and diffuse it, and it takesforever.”

“Well, I have a ten-step skincare routine,” Leif said with a shrug. “We all make our choices.”

“Ugh, I can barely convince myself to brush my teeth or wash my face some nights. Sometimes I don’t.”

Leif shuddered. “Gross.”

“You’regross.”

They kept verbally jabbing at each other as Tanner carried his phone across the hotel room. He yawned, looking sleepy as he flipped on the light in the bathroom. Leif normally had no problem with peace and quiet, but there was something oddly enjoyable about going about his routine with Tanner yammering away at him.

Not that he’d ever admit that aloud.

After Leif was done washing his hair, he glanced at the screen to see Tanner in the shower. He was wiggling around to some invisible music, his head tipped back as he dunked it under the water.

“You didn’thaveto get your hair wet,” Leif pointed out. “You could have just avoided the spray—or, if you were smart—used a shower cap.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that,” Tanner said. “That’s what Angela used to do.”

“Who’s Angela?” Leif asked, confused.

“Oh, this Black woman I hooked up with for a hot minute a few years ago. She was studying law at Harvard though and our schedules never lined up.”

“Yeah?” Leif said warily because he was really over Tanner trying to talk to him about his hookups but couldn’t figure out what studying law had to do with hair.