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prefer to sit and listen than be the focus of
instead of saying it’s because I don’t gamble.
“I’m just the stop gap. I’m the guy you fuck right before you meet the love of your life.”
one last time, Ryan nods. “You bet. Stay out of trouble.” “Don’t I always?” “Literally never,” he laughs. “That’s the problem.”
However, there’s something decidedly unintimidating about him.
when I finally settle on them, his sapphire-blue eyes stare back at me, something unsure but intrigued swimming
His attention makes my body buzz and I immediately want more of it.
anyone has ever blushed in front of me. I want to find out what his first impression of me is.
I should be more embarrassed about shamelessly hanging on the words of a man, but this one is hot and a little awkward, and those concerns feel like a problem for my future therapist.
This woman is far too hot to be talking to me and I have no idea how I’ve managed to land myself in this situation.
And then she smiled, something she’s probably done a million times in her life, but I forgot about my lack of skill with women. I forgot about everything.
you’re a hot hockey player and the only person who knows you’re not confident is you
“How much trouble can one game of Jenga cause?”
“That you’re not flashing around your private stuff. Private is nice.”
“Listen, this isn’t working. You’re too fucking hot and the presidents aren’t helping, I’ve moved on to Stanley Cup winners, but with you just here”—he gestures to my thighs spread across him—“looking like that,” he says, gesturing up my body, “it’s going to take forever.”
You’re too fucking hot. The compliment floods my system, melting me, and the vulnerability from ten seconds ago dissipates into nothing as the validation seeps into my system like a drug.
It’s not that I’ve never been told I’m hot before, I have, but this guy seems tortured by it. Like he’ll never recover from it. Like I’m the tipping point of his sanity,...
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Quiet, keeps to himself. Not your usual type at all.”
I’ve never had a real relationship in my life. I haven’t even had a first date.
When faced with two people so well suited, I find it impossible not to wonder what my own version of that might look like.
For all the romance books I’ve read and all the happy endings I’ve enjoyed, I can’t imagine my own. I’d like to hope I’ll have one, but hope can be dangerous.
“There must be something.” “Tell me a secret.”
“A secret?” he repeats. “Yeah.”
“You make me nervous,” he says eventually, immediately taking a swig of his beer.
“That isn’t a secret,” I laugh. “That’s very obvious.”
think you’re st...
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“There’s no way that’s going to fit. I mean I love a challenge, but I can only be challenged so much, y’know?” He pulls me down to him, our mouths aligning, my stomach moving with his as he chuckles at my crisis.
“You’re taking it so well, sweetheart.” I work a little harder, clearly motivated by words and moans. “That’s it, good girl.”
Where the fuck did this man come from?
He’s reading The Beautiful and the Damned. What the hell?
The English major in me cringes at the cracked spine and folded page corners, but the soft girl in me is squealing at the idea of him lying in bed at night reading. The superhot, kind of awkward, great at sex, full-set-of-bedding-using, Division One hockey player reading in bed after getting laid. It kind of makes me wish I wasn’t about to go, but the idea of his face dropping when he eventually leaves the bathroom and sees I’m still here is not one I can stomach.
He was folding my clothes.
The feeling scaries is what Emilia calls the moment of clarity you get after you’ve left a situation you were wrapped up in. It’s the sinking feeling in your gut when the anxiety sets in and you consider whether you did the right thing. It’s a moment like now, when I’m alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. When I weigh whether what I just did made me feel better or worse. Whether I’d have done that if I’d stayed off my phone and minded my business.
The feeling scaries isn’t necessarily regret, it’s reflection, and I prefer to be distracted rather than reflective.
“Noted.” Maybe if I’d managed to get a ride I wouldn’t have spent the entire walk home thinking of the guy I just left.
idle in traffic in front of an ice rink. Russ has been on my mind since I woke up this morning, which is not a problem I’m used to having after a one-night stand.
Maybe if I’d flown, I wouldn’t have spent the past four hours thinking about the woman in my bed last night.
fingers and her moans in my ear. I know I won’t see her again, and I should probably just forget about her, but sometimes it’s not that easy.
According to the UCMH gossip page he took Aurora Roberts up to his room and they did not reappear
There’s something about the idea of team building that makes me shiver. Icebreakers are my least favorite thing to do, and I’ve basically signed myself up for a week of them.
Here at Honey Acres we have a zero-fraternization policy, which if breached will result in contract termination.
The last thing I need is to be sent back to Maple Hills midsummer because I fucked up. Again.
after watching my failed attempt. “… Emilia Bennett… Russ Callaghan…” I stand to join
I don’t need to calculate the probability of who Emilia might be here with—it’s written on every bit of her shocked face. I know she’s here, because the universe loves nothing more than to drag me to hell and back for fun.
a plank?” “I don’t think I’d like being crushed by a hockey player, funnily enough.” “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I say quietly without thinking.
“Aurora,” Russ says softly, shuffling so his body is the one closest to the last space on the platform. “Look at me. You can do it, you just need to jump toward my arms and I’ll catch you, okay?” “What if you fall?”
“Then we’ll fall together.”
and when Russ looks at me, I can’t help but wink. His blush reaches his ears this time.
“And also staff isn’t allowed to mess around together, but even if we were, she isn’t interested.”
You’re the good guy
