When I wake up, I have a weight on my chest that digs into my stomach. One more hour of sleep, I tell myself, as I slide my hand up a girl’s thigh, slowly making my way to her big tits. For the second time this week, I am in bed with a strange girl. Anymore, my life is turning into one big party with hockey in between. The last thing I remember, I was at the bar with Will, pounding a beer with a girl on my lap, and the rest blurs together.

I prop myself up on my right elbow to lean over the woman next to me and slip my hand beneath her shirt. She backs up against my chest, and I move her hair out of her face and off her neck, allowing me access to plant soft kisses on her neck.

My dick hardens as I palm her left breast in my hand and continue to leave a trail of kisses on her skin. She feels amazing, her nipple very responsive to my touch.

“Five more minutes, Mom,” she mutters under her breath.

I laugh, and then I stop myself because I recognize Mia’s voice. I would know her voice anywhere. No, it can’t be. Sitting up, just enough to look at her, I open my eyes and sigh. Fuck. If Will sees us together, we will be fighting in the middle of the living room for the next hour. I have too much of a hangover to deal with this shit right now.

Mia’s wearing a pink pajama top without a bra and matching shorts that curve to the counters of her delicious body. It doesn’t occur to me until she stirs in my arms that my hand is still cupping her breast. The usual morning wood combined with Mia’s nipple between my fingers is not a good mix. I lean against the couch and stare up at the ceiling, slowly moving my hand.

“Ethan,” Mia growls. Then, she jolts up and elbows me hard in the chest.

Mia rolls onto her side and pushes herself up, her face searching mine. I’m not sure if she’s going to punch me or kiss me. We stare at each other for a few seconds, before she blows out a puff of air in my face.

Will is going to murder me. This cannot be happening. As much as I had wanted to hook up with Mia years ago, I always stopped myself because of her age. Most of all, nothing happened because of Will.

I glance at the clock on the wall above the flat screen TV that reads six thirty a.m. Now that our season with the Flyers is over, we can sleep in late. At least for now. So, why the hell am I awake? Last night, Will and I decided to celebrate our freedom, after a long and grueling season.

Unlike my best friend, I don’t need an excuse to party. Still, we have shit to do today. The life of a professional hockey player doesn’t end when we get knocked out of the playoffs. Our team meeting with the local newspaper starts in a few hours.

Mia gets in my face, our mouths several inches apart, and she sighs. “As long as Will didn’t see us, we can pretend this never happened.”

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she tilts her down and to the tiny buds poking through her shirt.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you were groping me in my sleep. Gross.”

“Don’t act like it wasn’t good for you.” I laugh, somewhat amused and kidding with her.

Why do I always say such stupid things to Mia? It’s my defense mechanism to keep her at a distance. The secrets I keep from everyone—including Mia—are buried for a reason. I don’t want to think about my past or how the choices I made have also impacted my future, one I would have given anything to share with Mia.

She shakes her head, her lip curled with revulsion. “What is wrong with you? This has to be a new low, even for you, Ethan.”

“No, it wasn’t like that.” I have to defend myself. “I thought you were someone else. I’m half awake. Give me a break, would ya?”

“Whatever.” She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“If that’s what you want.”

She nods in acknowledgment.

I sit up as she pushes herself up from the couch. I shouldn’t be staring at her ass, but it’s hard not to think of Mia in inappropriate ways. She was beautiful as a girl, and now that she’s a woman, I cannot take my eyes off her body, one that’s now made for sin. Made for me. And I want to do lots of sinning with Mia.

When she catches me checking her out, she frowns. “Try to behave yourself while you are living here.”

“I never behave,” I shoot back with a wink.

Mia shakes her head. “If you’re going to live here, we need to have some rules.”

I smirk. “Like what?”

“For starters, a shirt. Do you own one?”

I glance at my bare chest and then roll my eyes at her. “I guess you won’t be cool with me walking around naked.”

Biting down on her lip, she thinks over her response and says, “Just keep your hands off me and your dick in your pants, and we will get along fine. And no skanks in my apartment.”

“I could check into a hotel,” I counter. “Since me living here is such an issue for you.”

She shrugs. “Go right ahead.”

Then, she walks out of the room, as if I don’t even exist. I guess I deserve that.