Page 98 of Rookie Attraction

“Yep. But that means no flirting, sexy glances, or kissing. Especially no kissing,” Finn calls out over his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom. I’m fixated on his tight ass flexing and I’m totally distracted. “And no shared shower!”

Damn. He’s stricter than most refs.

“Okay, I’ll go make breakfast.”

He stops and turns around. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Shut it and get in the shower,” I quip.

“Look who’s the bossy shit now?” he chuckles and closes the bathroom door.

I wander out of the bedroom to the kitchen, grab paper towel and soap, and quickly wash up. It’s only after I finish cleaning myself that I realize his blinds are open.

Jesus Christ, where’s your head today?

I jog back into the bedroom, throw on my pants, and then return to the kitchen to raid his fridge and cupboards. Finn’s got a ton of food in this place, but finding what I need quickly is challenging. Things aren’t labeled or sorted in any kind of order, and I’m reminded of his messy stall at the rink. I bite back a laugh at Finn’s chaotic tendencies.

After a few minutes searching, I locate eggs, sausage, cheese, and sourdough bread. By the time he’s done with his shower and joins me—wearing the thinnest sweatpants ever—I’ve plated up breakfast. I glance at his cute belly button, then lower, so distracted by the outline of his dick in those sinful sweats that I almost drop the toast on the floor.

“Coffee?” I ask, my hands trembling.

“I’ll take care of that. You look like you need to eat.”

He smirks and I know he’s not talking about eggs.

“You want a latte?” he offers. “It’s your fave, right?”

“It is. Thanks.”

Finn’s right, I am lightheaded, so I sit my butt on a stool and dig into breakfast. I haven’t had any calories in… I can’t remember. Finn prepares the coffees, offers me a bowl of brown sugar, and takes a seat beside me.

“After this, I’m gonna head back to mine,” I tell him. “It’s still early, so hopefully no one’s around. By the way, any of our teammates live on this floor?”

“Nope.”

Finn goes silent after that, eating faster than me.

I reach for his arm. “I’d love to stay longer, but⁠—”

“I know. Work comes first and we gotta be careful.” He finally looks over at me. “But for future reference, you’re welcome to come here and cook for me anytime. Best scrambled eggs with sausage ever.”

“Doubtful, but thanks.”

“Take a freaking compliment, Kirkland! Six months ago you would’ve been bragging to no end. Admit it.”

I laugh and bite my lower lip. He’s so right.

“Okay, this meal is amazing. I’m amazing,” I quip. “Hockey god, master chef, the best at Scrabble.”

“Scrabble? I don’t think so.” Finn shakes his head. “I’ve already got the title.”

“Only one way to prove it,” I tease. “Only a handful of people know about the Scrabble thing.”

“Your secrets are safe with me.” Finn winks. “But you forgot something.”

“What?”

He leans over to whisper in my ear. “Best kisser.”