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“Because…” I like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked a guy, and that’s terrifying. “Because I want to have sex with you.”
And I know, as Conor kisses me with a skill that’s literally stealing my breath, that this is a really bad idea. Turns out, some bad ideas feel really good.
“Relax, Hayes. You already took me twice, remember?” “Well, third time is not the charm.”
Conor smirks, then stands and follows his coach. “Hard launch,” Aidan coughs.
“I thought, I have absolutely no game when this girl is involved. Because you were standing there, just looking at me, and I couldn’t think of a single fucking thing to say. And it had nothing to do with anything except you, Harlow.”
“Does it feel different for you?” I whisper. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Yeah.”
“I don’t want anyone else, Harlow.”
I told myself I’d never, ever fall in love with Conor Hart. Famous last words.
EVE: He definitely saw.
Because I’m so mad at him, for being this perfect and this wrong. For making me love him and then not letting me.
I think I’m in love with her. The real, scary thing. Not lust or fascination or obsession or any diluted form of it. I think I truly love her, to the point that I hate what my life looks like without her in it. To the point that, if I miraculously make it to the pros, I’ll look up in the stands at the tens of thousands of people packed in to see me play, and it won’t matter very much if hers isn’t one of the faces in the crowd.
Seeing her talk to another guy? Laugh with another guy? Touch another guy? I might commit murder, trapped in a hell of my own making.
“Hadn’t been to Seattle in a while. Decided to take a quick trip.” “There are nicer places to visit than the airport.” “You weren’t at any of those places, though.”
He’s holding a colorful bouquet of flowers, which I don’t realize until he’s offering them to me. “These are for you. I tried to get shamrocks. Weirdly, they didn’t have any.”
“Do you love something more than you love hockey?” I ask. “Someone. I love you, Harlow.”
“Because I had plans, Harlow Hayes, and you messed them all up.
“Mess up all my plans, Harlow. Because I don’t want to be part of any plans unless they include you. I need you in my life, for anything to mean something. When I play in my first pro game, I want you to be behind the bench wearing my jersey. If you’re not, it’ll just be another hockey game.”
