“I’m so fucking tired of acting like I’m just your friend, princess.” He takes my mouth in a desperate kiss. “Tired of acting like you’re not my girl.” One strong arm slides around the center of my back and presses us impossibly closer together. “Like I don’t want you. Like I haven’t always fucking wanted you.” Holy hotness wrapped up in a hockey-player package. I’m pretty sure I just soaked my panties.

