She laughed and shook her head. “Athletes.”
“What?”
“You’re all so cocky, so confident. You think that just because you hit a little puck across some ice we’re all going to roll over and spread our legs for you.”
The thought of her doing just that sent a bolt of need straight to my cock. “No one asked you to do that. Unless I said it without thinking? Is there some kind of secret code I’m not aware of?”
“Nope. No secret code.” She waved her fingers at my face. “It’s all here.”
“That’s just my face. If you’ve got a problem with it, take it up with my mum. My dad’s a real wanker, though, so I doubt he’d talk to you.”
“Why? Am I not good enough?”
That cut me. “Why would you ever say that? He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”
Her eyes widened. Fuck, I’d scared her.
“You... really don’t like him, do you?”
I shrugged, my chest tightening at the thought of my family. I wasn’t ready to talk about them with her. I never discussed Dad if I could help it. “So are you ready to crack on with this date, then?”
She linked our hands, smiling up at me with the sweetest bloody look on her face. “I thought maybe we were done. You’ve been with me for the better part of the day.”
What was she on about? I wasn’t nearly done with her. She captivated me. There was no denying it. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let you go. You’re far too sweet, and I’ve got a soft spot for sweets, lass.” She tilted her head, grinning. Fuck, her lips looked like pink candy, like they’d taste like candy floss or bubble gum.
“What makes you think I’m sweet? Haven’t I proven the opposite?”
I took a chance, sliding my hand around her nape and tugging her close. “Well, perhaps this is my chance to test my theory.”
“Perhaps.”
I dropped my head, bringing my lips close, just barely touching hers. Then I whispered, “Sweet. I can sense it.”
Before I could well and truly kiss her, she tilted her chin up and did it for me. Her mouth was soft and plump, warm and yes... sweet. Her little moan went through me, collecting at the base of my spine and sending arousal through me. She tasted like... cardamom?
Oh, fuck.
“What kind of lipstick is that?”
I backed away, already feeling my lips tingle from contact with the one fucking thing I was allergic to. “Isn’t it nice? It’s a gloss my friend makes. She adds cardamom extract. It gives it such a unique flavor, but... Um, Taylor, you don’t look so good.”
“I need my knapsack.”
“What?”
“Now.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you allergic to cardamom?”
Intense itching spread across my face as my skin reacted. Bloody hell, I wasn’t prepared for this. Who puts cardamom in their fucking lipstick?
“Oh my God, are you going to die? Your lips are all puffy. Your face is red and splotchy.”
I shook my head. “Not if you get my EpiPen out of the back of the car.” I fumbled in my pocket for my keys and tossed them at her. Trying to keep my cool as my throat began to itch.
Becca ran around the car and popped the boot open, each second that passed causing the building panic to heighten. But then she returned brandishing the lifesaving medicine. As though she’d done this before, she popped the cap and stabbed me hard in the thigh. Then she took my hand and dragged me to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and shoving me inside.
“What are you doing?”