Blurred Lines (Darby U Hockey Boys, #2)

by Andi Jaxon

Tears burn my eyes, and I don’t try to hold them in. There’s no soul-altering sobs racking my body, just the sting of anxiety-fueled desperation pricking at my heart to drip down my face and dampen my pillow. Pain leaving a mark on the fabric that will be washed away like it never existed. If only the internal scars could be washed away as easily.

I’ve been living and breathing your touch lately. If I don’t come up for air, I’ll drown in you.