“Can’t,” I murmur back. “I have to return Tracy’s car.”
“Tell her it was stolen,” he offers. “I’ll vouch for you.”
I laugh softly. “No way. She’d kill me.”
Garrett rests his cheek on my shoulder, rotating his hips so that his semi-hard cock rubs against my butt. He sighs happily. “You’ve got the sweetest ass on the planet.”
I have no idea how we got to this point. One day I was telling him to get lost, the next, I’m snuggling in bed with him. Life is so frickin’ weird sometimes.
“Hey,” he says a while later. “You don’t work Friday nights, right?”
“No. Why?”
“We’re playing Harvard tomorrow.” He hesitates. “Maybe you want to come to the game?”
I hesitate too. I feel like I’m getting in over my head. I told him things tonight that I’ve never told anyone, and I’m pretty sure his confession about his father isn’t something too many people know, either. I don’t want to ask him what it all means, though. I’m terrified that I’m reading too much into it.
I’m terrified of making it real.
“You can take my Jeep,” he adds, his voice gruff. “I’ll be riding on the bus with the team, so it’ll just be sitting in my driveway anyway.”
“Can I bring Allie?”
“Sure.” He kisses my shoulder, and a shiver runs through me. “Bring anyone you want. We could use the support, actually. Away games suck because nobody’s ever cheering for us.”
I swallow the odd little lump in my throat. “Okay. Yeah…I guess I can do that.”
We go quiet again, and I suddenly become aware of the hard ridge poking against my butt. His very obvious erection makes me laugh. “Really, dude? Again?”
He chuckles. “What was that you were saying about my stamina the other day? Shame on you. Dude.”
Still laughing, I roll over and plaster myself to his warm, hard body. “Round two?” I murmur.
His lips find mine. “Fuck yeah.”
30
Hannah
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Dexter announces—for about the millionth time—from the backseat of Garrett’s Jeep.
Next to Dex, Stella sighs and voices her agreement—also for the millionth time. “I know, right? We’re in Garrett Graham’s car. Part of me is tempted to go Carrie Underwood on it and carve my name into his leather seats.”
“Don’t you dare!” I order from the driver’s seat.
“Relax, I won’t. But I feel like if I don’t leave my mark on this car, nobody will ever believe I was in it.”
Hell, I can’t believe she’s in it. I wasn’t surprised when Allie jumped on the chance to come to Cambridge with me, since she’s still on the quest for details about Garrett, but I was startled when Stella and Dex insisted on coming along.
So far during this car ride, both of them have asked me at least twice if Garrett and I are dating. I’ve replied with my standard response—we just hang out sometimes. But it’s getting harder to convince even myself of that.
We blast music for the rest of the drive. Dex and I sing along, and our harmonies are ridiculously awesome—why didn’t I ask him to duet with me, damn it? Allie and Stella can’t stay on key to save their lives, but they join in for the choruses, and we’re all in high spirits when I pull into the parking lot of the hockey center.