Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

At first glance, it looked like a random act of vandalism, but I knew the truth.

smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils, and I gagged. It was a visceral reaction.

Okay so the stalker smokes

I was tired of him wanting to destroy everything that brought me joy.

The Lyla Phenomenon

I’d been at Lyla and Marissa’s apartment long enough for the Taylor Swift album that Lyla was playing to get to a song about someone’s tears ricocheting, which seemed to be a favorite of hers

Okay that’s only the fifth song, also a queen with taste

now mouthing the lyrics to the next song. How many fucking songs were on this album?

You’re only on song 6 😂

“But if the issue is that you’re planning on having sex and can’t perform while I’m here, I can leave and come back in. . .” she sized me up. “Five minutes.”

EAT HIS ASS UP GIRL

“Lyla is off the table unless you want to lose your fingers. I’m not fucking around.”

The spring temperature was just right, but she kept running her hands down her arms like she was cold. I unbuttoned the shirt I had on and set it around her shoulders.

Precious

“Would you like it if I was?” She peered up at me and searched my eyes. “No.”

She already has a stalker

I loved Luke so fucking much, but I was never going to marry him, no matter how often he boasted about that — and he’d boasted plenty. I wish he hadn’t.

Because of the stalker or because you didn’t want to?

The smells hit me first — they were always wearing the same colognes, one with a spicier scent than the other. Since they both always hit the spray one too many times to cover up the smell of cigarettes, it was overpowering when they were next to you.

Okay we hate them and they’re gross

“If I tell you that you look beautiful, will you throw your glass of water in my face?”

Is this gonna be their line 🥹

“What did I say?” Lachlan had his hands in his pockets and a genuine look of concern on his face.

😭😭

Lyla fucking James was to soccer what I was to hockey. Very impressive.

Okay but she doesn’t play anymore and she didn’t like the coach so maybe something?

I was alone in a bedroom, inches from a bed, with the hottest girl alive… thinking about her smile.

“Do you want to hide out here until it’s over?” She cocked her head slightly. “With or without you?” “With.” “Then no,” she said, and my heart dropped just like that. My. Heart. Dropped. What. The. Fuck. I watched her lips move into that tiny smile again. “Just kiddiiiing.”

I wanted to kiss her more than I’d ever wanted to kiss anyone in my entire life. I wouldn’t unless she initiated it, but fuck, I wanted to. “We should go,” she whispered, holding my gaze. “We should.” She took my hand, pulled it from her face, kissed the palm, and walked out the door. It

Giggling and kicking my feet

“I like a handful of people,” she said quietly. “Only one hockey player is on the list. There’s no one on it with a name that starts with the letter L.”

I wouldn’t just be on the list of people she liked. I’d fucking dominate it.

For starters, the object of my worst nightmares was sitting in this room. I’d been able to avoid him this semester, but he

it took me out of Coach Jameson's line of vision, and therefore, that would be one less conversation to have.

When he left, would he ask me to follow him/come with him?

He definitely wants you to

I missed having a family like that. I fucking hated him for doing this to me. Loathed him.

“Do you need a demonstration of how much I love you?”

Oh no

Behind me, I heard him laugh.

WHO WHO

“What happened in there?” “I can’t, Lach.”

Okay but tell me

“I wouldn’t want to think you’re interested in me.” “If you think that, you’d be lying to yourself.” “Would I be lying to myself, though?”

Hehehe

“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.”

Oh he yearns😭

My baggy clothes made me feel safe, but it was bullshit. I shouldn’t have to cover myself up because some men did not understand what “no” means. I wouldn’t have thought twice about this outfit if I knew he wouldn’t see me in it.

I’d dated Luke for nearly three years, and one night, while we were high, I’d suggested an open relationship. Not because I didn’t love him, but because I wasn’t in love with him.

“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.”

“Seeing her all over you like that was a nightmare. I hated it. I hated it so fucking much, and I hated that I hated it.”

“God, Lyla James,” he breathed against my head. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” “What do you want to do with me?”

“Are you going to kiss me now?” I whispered. His eyes darkened. “I’ve been dying to fucking kiss you.” “Then do it.”

YYYAAAAYYY

“I don’t.”

So he only kisses her 🥹

“You always have me like this,” I breathed, keeping my eyes on hers. And then it happened. Her lips moved painstakingly slowly as if breaking through ice. Her eyes danced first, and then her mouth finally — finally — broke into the most incredible smile I’d ever seen in my life. The smile.

“Remind me to tell you something after.”

“Oh by the way I have a stalker who might try to kill you”

“You want the real story or the one everyone got?” “There are two stories?” “Yep.” “What’s the one everyone got?” “That he committed suicide.” “What’s the real one?” I stared at him. “He was murdered.”

Oh shit

“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.”

Fuck Lachlan

“The accident wasn’t just an accident?” I shook my head.

“I could be in Toronto and you in Tokyo, and I’d still find a way to keep exploring this.”

“I remembered what I was going to tell you.” “What is it?” He asked as I turned in his arms to face him. “I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.”

Sometimes, wings are built from despair.

Oh shit we’re back and this means he knows about Lachlan

Five days.

i only see you

massaged my other hole.

You’re doing this IN THE CAR??

But when she told me about the rape, I fucking lost

I missed this part

Lyla hadn’t given me the green light to tell people about us, but it was the last freaking day.

This is gonna backfire

I convinced the coach to let me drive to the game.

I’m scared