Sitting up in the stands, I was happy I'd thought to grab my mp3 player to kill time waiting for the guys to have their meeting, get changed and then out onto the ice. It also served as a pleasant distraction from the gossiping women in the next section over. They'd seen Jordan show me up to my seat, as well as the simple kiss on the cheek he'd left me with, and were now speculating just what his interest in me entailed.

With music in one ear I'd listened to them hypothesize over whether I was a relative, though that was quickly abandoned on account of my darker skin colour. Next came the 'puck slut' theory, which was the preferred consensus, until it was pointed out that Jordan never brought his conquests to practices. Besides, I wasn't anywhere near good looking or skinny enough to be considered a quick fuck for a playboy like him, as had been mentioned many times.

Thankfully, none of them seemed to have noticed the ring I still wasn't used to wearing, but that could have had something to do with my hands resting between my knees as I slouched and rested my feet against the top of the seat in front. I was relieved he hadn't gone and bought some huge, flashy thing - because with Jordan that was definitely a possibility - but had instead chosen something I probably would have picked out myself. How he managed that was still a mystery, as was how he'd gotten it in the right size.

Cue light bulb moment and simultaneous text message. I hate you.

I knew Lucy was in class for most of the day so it would probably be a while before I got a reply. That was alright though; it gave me more time to think of a way to get back at her for informing the enemy.

Not that I considered Jordan an enemy, per say. More an annoyance than anything else. He was like a little brother with his peskiness, or maybe little brother's sorta cute best friend.

Of course Jordan didn't do anything but fuel the gossip when he made it out onto the ice, sending winks and goofy looks my way whenever he felt the need for me to subtly give him the finger or roll my eyes while muttering profanities to myself. He wasn't the only one to acknowledge my presence though - Kris, TK, Max and Flower only added to the confusion with their gestures.

It was amusing that people would speculate so much over one person's presence, though I knew it would only get worse if they knew the real reason I was there. Oh well, it's not like I'd be announcing to the world that Jordan was a nutcase. If they hadn't realised it themselves by now then they probably never would.

After the structured part of the practice was over, Jordan stayed out on the ice with a couple other guys, taking shots at the net from all areas.

"Jor," I called out to him as he passed on his way to the locker room.

He stopped and made his way back to me, leaning his arms on the rail that separated us. "Yea babe?"

"Can you hurry it up? I'm ready for some kai!"

Arching an eyebrow he questioned the foreign word. "Kai? Is that some strange Kiwi word for sex? Cos you know you can have me anytime you want."

Standing from my seat I eliminated the distance between us, waiting until I was right in front of him, his eyes fixated on my lips that were just centimetres away, and slapped him upside the head. "Actually, babe, kai means food."

I heard a few gasps of surprise from the small number of people still in the stand, no doubt offended and shocked that I'd just assaulted Jordan. He didn't seem to mind though, after the initial surprise. I think he was more upset about not getting the kiss he thought was coming.

"So you like it rough, huh?" he teased, ignoring the conversations that had once again started up about us, while reaching forward to place his hands on my hips. When a smirk appeared on his lips, I knew it was payback time. "If you want me to be quick I'm gunna need a kiss."

Letting out a growl, I was stopped from moving away by his hands tightening their grip and him pulling me even closer to him. "You are insufferable, Jor."

"Come on Rayne, just one kiss. Am I really that repulsive?" There was a hint of hurt in his eyes that I had to shake my head at.

"Well actually..." I dragged out because he deserved to suffer a little doubt. "You're sweaty and gross, but still pretty damn cute, though I think I'd prefer you without the scruff." Running my fingers over the short growth on his chin I screwed my nose up in distaste while he chuckled. "This scruffy hair I love though. I've always been a sucker for hair I can tug on." Doing just that, I knew Jordan was close to losing his patience with my teasing.

Luckily, our conversation seemed to be taking too long for the people who'd hung around to see him be the last player off the ice, and with the guys who'd gone to shower first almost due to leave, they'd all be hanging around the carpark to scavenge autographs. Because of that I felt confident enough to give in to Jordan's request, eyes drifting closed and a sharp breath in before securing both of my lips around his bottom one. Scraping my teeth slowly over the soft flesh seemed to spark him into action, a growl escaping as the pressure intensified. It was nothing raunchy, just languid and explorative, but still left us breathless once we finally pulled apart.

"How do you just keep getting more perfect?" Jordan breathed out against my neck, placing light kisses there as he spoke.

Shrugging, I pulled his head up and pecked him once more. "Same mystery as how you keep winning. Now hurry up so we can get food!"