Aria
When we finally pull apart from the kiss, I’m panting like I just ran a damn marathon, and Lucas looks as stunned as hell. The problem? my panties are soaked, and my body feels like it’s on fire. Great. Just great.
“That was... uh, great,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m going to the changing room.”
“I’m coming with you,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he nods anyway.
I shoot a triumphant look at Ethan across the rink. He looks mad as hell, probably ready to blow a gasket. Stupid bastard. I mutter a curse under my breath as I rush to catch up with Lucas, linking my arm with his like it’s no big deal.
When we step into the changing room, my eyes nearly pop out of my skull. Half-naked guys are everywhere…sweaty, muscle
