“I can be talked into it,” I tell her and make my way to the bathroom. “You’ll just have to come and find out,” I taunt. I don’t even have the water on before I feel her behind me.

“I came just in case,” she tells me, and I get her in the shower and give her what she wants. I stay in until the water starts turning cold, then get out before her as she rinses out her conditioner.

“Should I order some food?” I ask her, and she laughs.

“I was going to cook!” she yells from the shower. “But I got sidetracked by cock.”

“I guess since I’m the cock that benefited from that, I forgive you.” I walk into the bedroom and slip back into my pants and my shirt. I get my phone out and order us a pizza since it’s easier.

She comes out of the shower ten minutes later with her hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing one of my shirts. “Did you order?” she asks me, and I nod, taking a drink from the water bottle I just opened.

“I did. I ordered pizza,” I tell her, and there is a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.” I walk to the door, grabbing the pizza, and walk back into the kitchen where she is sitting at the dining room table.

“I got everything,” she says, and I walk out to see she has two plates and some water.

I open the pizza box and give her a piece and bite into mine. “How was the road trip?” she asks while she takes a bite of her own slice.

“Good,” I tell her, wiping my hand on the napkin. “I just can’t wait for next Saturday when I can get on the ice.”

“Is that the season opener?” she asks me, and I nod.

“My parents are coming in,” I tell her, and she stops chewing. “We’ll meet up with them after the game.”

“Um …” she says, and I look over at her. “How about I pass this time?” She looks down at her pizza and then up at me.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“It means that I’ll meet them another time,” she says, and I push away from the table to get some water. I grab a bottle of water and take a drink and then look at her.

“Does this mean you aren’t going to be there to support me?” I ask. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I’m trying not to squeeze the shit out of the water bottle.

“Of course, I’m going to support you,” she says. “It’ll just be on the down low.”

“What is going on right now?”

“I have no idea,” she says, her eyes watching mine.

“We are together,” I tell her. “And I want you to meet my parents.”