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His tone was deep and serious and Rey squeezed his thick fingers, wishing she knew the right words to say, or how a girl was supposed to respond to (what was, she was ready to admit) a very cute guy who was maybe sort of flirting with her. She didn’t understand the rules to flirting, no one had ever given her a copy of the book or she was defective somehow, missing some crucial piece that would make this easier.
“I’m really not all that interesting,” she warned him in a breathless rush, needing him to know that he was wasting his opportunity to bang his way through a sorority chapter in one night--or whatever frat bros did at these things--he was seriously setting himself up for disappointment. “...but I guess you can try.”
“I won’t just try,” he wriggled his brows suggestively. “I play center.”
He chuckled when she stared blandly in response as if his player position explained anything.
“You won’t find a more determined bastard on the ice. I don’t try, sweetheart, I do.”