“I asked her…” I grip the sink harder. “To go to the hockey game with me tomorrow.” Stone’s hand stops moving, and he steps away, putting space between us. “What?” “I… I asked if she wanted to watch the game with me tomorrow. In the stands.” His swallow is loud enough for me to hear. “You’re coming to my game?” “I figured you guys would play better if you didn’t have to worry about me being alone at home.” “Fuck, Wren.” My panties fly down my legs, and Stone’s hand splays out on my back. My ribs ache from the sink cutting into the bone, but the bite of pain only lasts a second when he fills
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