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No—my crush on hockey’s beautiful bad boy began on a typical Tuesday night fifteen years ago when he shared a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie with me and told my brother to stop being a jerk.
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Parker is nothing short of stunning, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the shift from my best friend’s adorably dorky little sister to … this.
She laughs then, which was my goal, and I catch a glimpse of the girl I remember. If Parker wasn’t laughing, she was smiling. Always. She was a compact ball of sunshine who drove away the constant storm cloud I lived under. For a while.
Since when am I the possessive type? Especially with someone I’m not even dating?
He laughs, and my whole torso hums with a kind of deep, deep pleasure I rarely feel.
“If you were my girlfriend,” Logan says then, his voice gravely and low, “there would be a lot of physical contact.”
Aaron Wagner
ugh why does his name have to be so similar to freaking aaron warner...
“I trust you,”
“I want to break the rules,” Logan murmurs then. “All of them.”
COME ON!!!
It hurts the way pulling a bandaid off slowly hurts as I force myself to unclench my fists from Logan’s shirt.
NOOOOOO
But what does Parker really want?
SHE WANTS YOU
“Maybe it’s not too much. Maybe you’ve just grown used to not enough.”
before I can get another word out, Parker slides one hand around my neck, lifts up on her toes and presses her lips to mine.
I guess when Logan said he wanted to talk about the future, it wasn’t our future he meant. It was his. Without me.
nope not it
