“GO CANADA!” Demi screams, standing up in her seat, her fist raised.

“You do know they're our competitors, right?” I lean back into my nosebleed seat. This is what happens when you decide an hour before the puck drops to come see the gold medal hockey game.

She looks over her shoulder. “We don't play hockey.”

“Yeah, well I got a Canadian riding my ass this Classics.”

She plops back down after Sweden slaps the puck the away from their goal line. “They're North America, right?”

I shrug. She's got a point I suppose. And here I thought my only entertainment in coming here would be the fights and maybe ruining my diet with nachos.

“You have to cheer for someone otherwise it’s boring.” She pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

She surprised me. Her diet’s gone to hell since we’ve been here. She's even halfway through a beer.

“Do you diet?”

She looks over to me, narrowing her eyes then crossing her legs and leaning in close. “Do you think I need to diet?”

I can't help but laugh at how cute she looks right now. “No.”

She nods. “Good answer.” She places a piece of popcorn on her tongue and pulls it back into her mouth. That delectable mouth that holds the tongue that twirls around dick like it’s an ice cream cone.

Damn. Once again, I'm ready to go.

“If you mean do I not eat junk food. Yeah. My mom manages my diet most times and I'm like a teenager when she’s watching me.” She leans in close to me again, the scent of the watermelon from her lip balm lingering around us like an aphrodisiac. “I have a secret drawer,” she whispers.

“Most girls have a drawer of sex toys. You have a drawer of candy?” I raise my eyebrows, my arm slung over the top of her seat and she leans back, propping her feet on the back of the seat in front of her. We could move three rows up, and I'm not quite sure why we didn't. But the privacy is nice back here. We can actually talk. Truth is I don’t know that much about her. Like the mother thing. I’d heard that her mother helped advise her and I just assumed she wanted it that way since she was a medalist herself, but I’m getting the idea that that’s not the case.

“I didn't say I don't have two secret drawers.” She waggles her eyebrows. Poorly I might add, but either way, she looks adorable.

“Maybe we should explore them.”

“Why, Mr. Campbell, do you want a candy bar?”

I grab a piece of popcorn and throw it at her forehead. She mocks offense and then grabs one and throws it at me.

“Two points.” I chew and swallow the kernel.

“UGH!” She grabs a handful and tosses them at me.

A couple hours later, we leave the arena after Canada’s win. Demi's voice is hoarse from screaming, and my stomach is not too happy with the nachos I shared with her. Both of us are a tad buzzed from the few beers we had.

“Here I thought I'd be a bad influence on you,” I say.

She laughs, knocking her shoulder into my side. “You are a bad influence.”

I swing my arm around her shoulders, not letting her pull away. “Agree to a tie?”

Her shoulders rise and fall. “I suppose.”

“You suppose? You just convinced me to drink beer and eat nachos.”

She laughs, and her head falls to my shoulder. “You loved every second of it.”

I can't argue so I plead the fifth with my silence.

My phone dings in my pocket and I pull it out seeing a picture from Beckett.

“We were spotted.” I hold it out in front of her.

“They're like little spies.” She yanks the phone from me, zooming in on the picture.

Looks like they snapped it when I couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Demi in by the back of the head until our lips met. Her cheerleading was too damn cute, and I craved her more than I usually do. Which is to say a hell of a lot.

“What are they, the kiss cam?” She hands me back my phone, disgust clear in her tone.

“Skylar doesn't approve, huh?”

She glances over to me, the light her eyes have been filled with all night dimming a little. “She thinks you're a heartbreaker.” She makes it sound like a joke, but I can tell it bothers her.

I'm really enjoying my time with her, but if she truly does get hurt in the end, I'm not sure it'd be worth it.

“Hey.” She knocks her shoulder to mine unexpectedly and I stumble sideways before regaining my footing. “Don't worry. Skylar always plays it safe. Look at her and Beckett. The two of them should obviously go on at least one date to test the waters, but they won't even chance it.”

I nod in agreement, but I did hurt Demi last Classics. So much so that she loathed me.

“I'm serious, Dax. No worries on this end.” She holds her hands up in the air. “I'm in this strictly for the benefits.”

I stop us before we reach the village. “You'll tell me if that changes at any point?”

“It's not going to, so, how about a quickie before we go our separate ways?” She does the whole waggling her eyebrows thing again which only makes me laugh.

“You do speak my language.”

“I speak Dax?” she asks with a smile, walking in front of me, sashaying her ass.

Doesn't she know she doesn't have to tempt me? I'm already hers.