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Me: everyone is wearing your name on their back
Lachlan: i only see you
Still, I responded the way I wanted to because no one could gain access to our text exchange.
Well crap, now someone is going to gain access to their text exchanges
“I just. . .” She shook her head. I thought she would poke fun at me, but her eyes filled with tears. “Seeing you like this makes me so happy. I’ve said that a million times, but I thought I’d lost you for good.”
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I pulled back and met his eyes, smiling. It must’ve been his favorite thing about me, because every time I smiled, it looked like the world stopped for him, which made me want to do it all the time, only for him.
Other guys going pro were excited about the puck bunnies they’d get now, but I was over that life. I’d been there, done that, bought the shirt, and Lyla James burned it. I only wanted her.
But when she told me about the rape, I fucking lost it.
Do what now
Lyla hadn’t given me the green light to tell people about us, but it was the last freaking day.
Welp youre gonna ruin it
The coaches were standing by the door with a couple of men who might as well be on the coaching staff, as much as they were around. They were cool, though, so I didn’t mind them hearing.
Its gonna be one of them if its someone other than the coach
“Pres, I can’t see him anymore.” A sob formed in the center of my chest, but I fought it. He ran both hands down his face. “Lyles, he’s not just going to let you walk away. He’s already been asking about you.”
“I need to leave.” I swallowed. It hurt. Everything hurt, but most of all the words leaving my mouth. “I don’t know what it’ll take. Change my identity. Move somewhere he wouldn’t think to go to. I don’t care. I can’t. . .” I took another shaky breath, as tears filled my eyes. “I can’t see him again.”
“If you want to disappear, I’m sure I can make it happen, but I don’t think writing him something will help matters,” Pres said.
Hes such a good guy
“I love you.” I started sobbing again. “You’re the best support system I could ever ask for.” He walked back. The three of us hugged. When we pulled back, all of us were wiping our faces.
I love them sm
“You’re going to be okay, honey.” Marissa sat on the bed. She said that but cried each time she looked at my face.
I heard you didn’t play the last game.” “Who cares?” Pres frowned. “They gave us the option, and not one person on the team said yes. Same with Ellis. When they heard what happened, they chose to end the series.
I didn’t have to read it to know she was gone. I already felt her absence. “She left, didn’t she?” I asked, voice hoarse.
“She’s safe,” he said quickly, “She said what happened was a wake-up call, and she’s too scared to be anywhere near you, just in case.” He paused, swallowing again. “You won’t see her again.”
I sniffled and realized that I was crying. I wiped my face and clenched my jaw to hold back the rest of my emotion. I knew I would lose it as soon as he walked out of the room.
“How was she when she left?” “Fucking destroyed.”
“I’ll find her,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry, man,” he whispered. “She doesn’t want you to look for her.” I let out a sharp laugh. “That’s not up to her.” “She’s a ghost now, Lach. I’m telling you, you won’t find her. She wants you to live your dream life and says you can’t if she’s in it.”
I’m so fucking sorry. I love you too much. X, Lyla James
“Stop talking about my fucking wife,” Fitz growls. “We’re saying we wouldn’t go for her,” Nolan says. “Because we’re fucking pathetic.” I nod gravely. Fitz rolls his eyes.
Therapy is the only contingency Prescott put on keeping my secret from Lachlan. It’s also the only way I got him and Marissa to agree never to mention him to me.
They are such good friends
Pres says hi to me, lifting and twirling me around. He gives me a full once-over and a sharp nod when he sets me down.
“Am I to your liking, Your Majesty?” He rolls his eyes. “I’m making sure you’re eating.” “Stop. She looks amazing,” Marissa says. “She always looks amazing. That’s not the point,” Pres responds. “She was losing too much weight.”
Sobbing. I love how much he cares about her
Lyla
I thought she was delihla now
That’s the kind of stuff that’s priceless to me. Well, it came with a pretty hefty price, considering I lost the only man I’ve ever been in love with, but aside from that, it’s okay.
It takes me exactly three seconds to confirm that nightclubs are not my scene.
Me core
I think it’s weird that they enjoy paying to listen to music that’s blasted through a speaker in the dark, getting sweaty, and dancing on a sticky floor with a bunch of strangers. It makes no damn sense. And the strobe lights. Jesus Christ, you’d think they’re looking for a fucking criminal in here.
This is why i cant go to a club bc same
Mar says she wishes she liked him for more than just sex, but can’t see herself with him forever. Pres says the same about Marissa, and since it’s been long enough that they would have made a move by now, they must really mean it. That, and they tell each other about the dates they go on and laugh about it.
Sometimes, I want to beat the information out of him. Knowing him and his undying loyalty to her, he would let me beat him to death before giving anything away.
and I hate that being a ‘cat lady’ is used in a negative way, when in reality, they’re probably happier than most people who have partners.”
“Put your lips on her and I’ll make you swallow your fucking teeth.”
“Holy shit. You’re the guy.” “Yeah.” Lach doesn’t take his gaze off me. “I’m the guy.”
I start turning my face toward Wade to say something, but Lachlan brings his hand up and grabs my jaw hard to keep my eyes on his.
Lach grabs my chin again, moving my face to the position it was in. “Don’t you dare,” he seethes under his breath. “Lach,” I breathe. “Don’t fucking look at him.” His grip on my back gets tighter.
“One million dollars.” “Two for a year,” I say.
That literally wasnt the deal a few pages ago-
No one can break you unless you give them the power to do so, and I gave him all of mine. It's why he's the only one capable of making me feel so intensely, to this day.
I swear she conditioned my body to react this way. Her raspy voice in the morning? Instant hard-on. Her bitchy attitude? Instant hard-on. The way she smiles at me? Instant hard-on. The conviction in her words when she speaks about her soccer abilities? Instant hard-on. The fire in her eyes when she’s turned on? That’s an obvious one. She’s turned me into a fucking lab rat in a B.F. Skinner study, for fuck’s sake.
but instead, she drops her towel. My jaw drops along with it.
“If you fuck up, she’ll never forgive you,” she says. “If you think this will end with her taking you back, you might as well forget about that right now.”
She looks over to where Lyla is. “I was so grateful for you, but now it’s clear that you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.”
“She’s not happy. She’s just gotten very good at pretending.”
If I wish him away, I’d miss him. If he stays and continues to tarnish the place that has brought me peace, I’ll hate him. I take a few deep breaths. I’ve survived worse and I know I’ll survive this. I just wish I didn’t have to.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I would, actually.”
“I’d do it for you.” My eyes catch his and I see something in them that makes my pulse race.
I’ll willingly go down the rabbit hole if it’ll lead me to the man I fell in love with, but I’m scared that I won’t find him.
“But Pat’s gay and definitely not interested in me that way.” Huh. I know that it shouldn’t matter, but I take him off my shit list anyway. He’s officially the only person on the nice list for now.
