Sydney James
I was leaning against the wall outside the locker room and Austin was leaning over me with his forearm resting on the wall above me. We have been flirty all morning. I’ve been with him before, and he was good at it.
“Do you want to take this somewhere more private? He leaned down and mumbled as he kissed my neck. I gasped as heat pooled in my core. My phone chimed in my pocket and I knew it was Wyatt without looking. He has been texting me all day.
“I should go get ready, maybe tonight.”
“Such a tease, Miss James,” he pulled back and looked down at me. “But worth the wait.”
“I’ll see you on the ice,” I patted his chest before pushing off the wall and walking down the hallway to the women’s changing room. When I entered, I didn’t see Winter. She must be on the ice already.
