Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

I was irritated with how Prescott got all up in her personal space whenever he spoke to her. I took out my phone and Googled how long I’d go to jail if I kidnapped her.

“You’re okay.” It was a chant, a mantra, a promise. “I got you. You’re okay.” That made it worse. My chest shook with that promise.

“Because a million different things can be said about you, about anyone. Some may be true, but in my experience, most accounts aren’t. I don’t want to hear anything about you unless it comes from you.”

I wanted to hear her say the words, though. And because I never did things half-assed, and like her, I never lost, I wouldn’t just be on the list of people she liked. I’d fucking dominate it.

I jolted and looked at him. He glanced away, two guys bouncing a basketball up the sidewalk catching his attention as he spoke, “What she said about your smile was my favorite part.” Weird.“Why?” “Because you don’t give it up freely.” He met my gaze. “But when you do, it’s fucking magical.”

He let out an unamused chuckle, looking up at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through his hair again, tugging it. He set his gaze on mine again. “This has never happened to me before. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I don’t even know how you feel. I just know I never want to feel the way I did when I saw him with you again.”

“Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.” “Jesus, Lachlan.” My voice was a whisper, my heart gripping my throat too tightly to speak any louder. “You can’t say things like that.”

“You could never be my nightmare, Lachlan Duke.” I stand straight and wait until he’s fully paying attention. “I love you more than I hate anything.”