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“Good for you. And I don’t want your autograph.” Her tone is entirely unimpressed. “What I was going to ask is, are you ready for me to give you your exit row briefing?”
The skin around my eyes crinkles with satisfaction. This is what I needed—a little attention from a cute guy, my brother’s game on the screen, and a beer in my hand. I feel better already.
“If I can’t stand you, why can’t I stop pushing that damn call light on the plane, knowing you’ll show up right to my seat?”
“If I can’t stand you”—he takes another step forward, closing in on the gap between us—“then why can’t I get you out of my head? Why can’t I stop wondering what you might taste like?”
“If I can’t stand you”—Zanders inches forward, leaving absolutely no room between our bodies, his large frame overpowering me—“then why has my only thought of every minute of every day for the last week been me wondering what it would feel like to fuck you?”
Without thinking twice about it, I request to follow the wild girl.
I don’t want to be anyone’s option anymore. I want someone to choose me.
“Fuck the rules,”
“I’m going to fucking destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.”
Stevie- Does me buying you pants qualify me to get back in your pants? Kidding...sort of. Merry Christmas, -Zee (Please get rid of those disgusting sweatpants. No one needs to see those.)
“My family nickname is Zee. Vee and Zee. Aren’t we fucking adorable?”
“And you’re not an option, Stevie, because besides you, there’s no other choice.”
“Don’t.” He closes his eyes as if he’s in pain from stopping me. “Don’t do that unless there’s more that comes with it, and I don’t mean physically.”
“You know what I mean.” His eyes are focused and pointed at me. “I want more than just sex with you. I want you. All of you. I just want a chance.”
“If there’s ever a time where you don’t want this anymore, where I’m not your first choice anymore, tell me.”
“You’ll always be my first choice. Have been since the day I met you, sweetheart.”
“Yes. I like you, the most arrogant man in Chicago.”
“You didn’t have to wait. I never expected that, and it wouldn’t have changed anything for me. It wouldn’t have changed how I feel about you.”
“I know,” I reassure her, carrying her to my room. “But why would I want anyone else after I’ve had you?”
I rest my head on his shoulder. “Look at us,” I tease. “Trauma-bonding.”
“If he’s not a giant hockey defenseman who drools over you every single flight, I don’t want to hear about it.”
“He’s a giant hockey defenseman who drools over me every flight.”
She swallows. “Stevie. Curly hair and amazing ass. Won’t sleep with me, but I hope she changes her mind.” Scrolling to the Denver tab, she clicks on it. “Stevie. Has an attitude. Likes basketball and is down to eat burgers.” She exits out, finding Washington DC next. “Stevie,” she continues. “Best sex of my life.”
She keeps going to Calgary. “Stevie. Snuck her into my hotel room to watch movies with me all night.” San Jose. “Stevie. Insane blowjob in the shower. Wore my T-shirt to bed.” Next, she finds Vancouver. “Stevie. Came to my game. My favorite person to hang out with.”
“I think the universe knew we needed to run into each other all those times.
“You don’t have to love your body every single day. That’s unrealistic to expect, but I’ll be here loving it for the days you can’t.”
“Look at me!” I desperately yell from across the room. “If you’re going to break my heart, at least watch while you do it.”
“You’re a coward, EZ.”
“Do not call me EZ. That’s not me.”
“Is it not? Because that’s the role you seem hell-bent on playing. Easy to manip...
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“You never would’ve been alone. I would’ve followed you anywhere.”
“No, you wouldn’t have. Ryan is here. The shelter is here. There’s no way you’d leave.”
“I would’ve followed you anywhere, but yo...
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needing him to want me. Love me. Choose me.
My whole life, I’ve been waiting for someone else to choose me, and I constantly let myself down, holding out for others’ approval. But why am I waiting around for someone else to make me a priority when I can do it myself? I can choose myself.
“Trust me from experience,” Maddison continues. “All of this”—he motions around the hotel room—“the fame, the money, the fans. None of this is worth it if she’s not a part of it.”
“I guess we’re gonna have to go out with a bang. We’re going to win the Stanley Cup right after I win my girl back.”
This season means nothing without you. Nothing matters without you. Please come tonight. -Zee
I swallow. “You following me?”
A light laugh flows through him. “You have no idea, Stevie girl.”

