Brad paused a few feet inside the storeroom and turned around to take in the scene. The strip lights on the ceiling were switched off, the room being lit by tea lights which seemed to have been placed on every flat surface.
“Took me ages to get this ready,” Nick confessed.
Brad was impressed, humbled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Nick caressed Brad’s arm. “I didn’t know if Coach would be able to keep you out of here.” He chuckled. “I owe him a box of caramel marshmallows.”
That explained Coach’s odd behavior not letting Brad into the store room all evening.
Nick lifted the helmet off Brad’s head. “There, much better. Now I can see and kiss you.” He pecked Brad on the lips. Stepping back, he gestured to the room. “You like? It’s still a storeroom, but I tried to make it a bit romanti
