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I don’t think love at first sight exists, but I believe in annoyed at first sight, and Colton is exactly that. He’s obnoxious and self-centered, and I’ll gladly keep my distance. He’s bad news.
Sometimes unexpected things are exactly what we need to light up our lives and breathe fresh air into something that’s been resting in dust.
There’s something about her—I don’t even know how to explain it. I feel different when she’s around, and I don’t remember ever experiencing anything like it.
I wanted to twirl her around and kiss her just as much as I wanted to spank her for her behavior. She’s unbelievable.
“If you meet a girl you like, one who causes your heartbeat to speed up, who is constantly on your mind, day and night; one who stirs such strong emotions within you that it is hard to control yourself. If you meet a girl like that, promise me you will bring her here and introduce her to me.”
This girl is a fucking hurricane, and I’m right in the middle of it. In all honesty, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?”
I desperately want to have her, not only in my bed, but in my life, and that’s why this shit scares me to death.
“I hate you,” she hisses, but it’s so unconvincing that I laugh again. No, baby, you don’t.
The guy who’s had countless hookups wants me, as if I’m the only girl in the world. As if I’m the only one he has eyes for.
“My arms. My cock. My fingers. Everything about me is a perfect match for you. Try to remember that, Ava.”
“He lost you—he’s a loser. He hurt you—that only proves the weakness of his character. Real men make their women cry from happiness, not pain.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice cracks. “Tell me you’re all mine, Ava.” “I’m yours, Colt.” All the tension leaves my body with my words. “I’m only yours.”
Colton Thompson is my own Hades, and I’m his Persephone. The addiction is strong and unwavering.
And the world stops existing, disappearing into a vortex of nothingness. No sounds. No scents. No feeling of time or space. Just him and I, and I don’t want it any other way.
“I love you, Ava. I love you more than fucking hockey, and for someone like me, that sounds like the ravings of a lunatic. If anything, I’m obsessed with you, because any time I get to taste you, I crave you even more. You are the only girl I want, the only one I’ll ever need. And I’ll do anything for you to give me another chance. Please, Ava.”
“There’s no what-if. I love you, Ava. I love how strong and confident you are, because it motivates me to be the same way. I love how vulnerable you can be, because now I know sharing my worries and concerns doesn’t make me weak. It means I can be myself with you, the real me, flawed and closed off to most people. Just like you can be yourself with me. You let me see you, the real you. And I fucking fell in love with you, babe. With a feisty girl who didn’t hesitate to slap a total stranger for his disrespectful words. With a compassionate friend who would do anything for their closest people.
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If someone would’ve told me I’d meet the love of my life in my last year of college, I would’ve never believed them. First, I had never been in love. Second, relationships were the last thing I was ever interested in. Hockey was everything to me, and my only goal was to go pro. Funny how different my life became after I met my girl. How much my plans for my future evolved, because now it isn’t just about me. It’s about my family.
Books and movies usually paint an idyllic picture of motherhood and parenting, while in reality? I believe our society doesn’t realize how hard it is to be a mom. But it’s a choice we make, so it’s not about complaints. I just think men should be more respectful and more helpful when it comes to their wives, sisters, and mothers.
As my wife often says, most of the time, women don’t need big gestures, expensive gifts, or declarations of love. They just need their men by their side and present.
“If you continue to act like a brat, I’m going to fuck you like one, babe,” I tell her as she rotates her hips, rubbing her pussy over my face.
A faint smile crosses her face. She’s my fucking brat, and I don’t want her to be anyone else. This roughness. This passion. This never-ending desire to challenge each other. It’s us. It’s how we are, and damn—I don’t want it to be any other way.
Our lips collide, and the world around us ceases to exist. Ava is my end and my beginning. She’s my weakness and my strength. She’s my soulmate, and I’m incredibly grateful to her for giving me a chance. For letting me in and allowing me to love her. For loving me back and being my family. She’s my only one, and it’ll stay like this forever. Always.
