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I’m the fastest hockey player in the NCAA and I lost to a five-foot-six sports psychology student who hates hockey.
Apparently, my plan to abandon people before they abandoned me isn’t healthy. Go figure.
If I wanted to wear sneakers and walk in the woods, I would be a serial killer,” argues Dylan.
What could she be laughing about, anyway? I’ve had the displeasure of sharing a hotel room with him, and he’s not that fucking funny.
I’m not sure if it’s the Everclear or if time has stalled, but Summer moves in slow motion.
“Who cares? It’s not like I was picturing flowers and candles.” The shitty part is, I would have gotten her those if I wasn’t sure she would throw them back at my face.
Driving my drunk girlfriend, her roommate, and some random dude home at two in the morning is not my usual postgame routine.
“Do you want to? Do long distance, I mean.” My neck almost hurts from how quickly I turn. “Are you kidding? You’re not getting away from me that easily, Preston.” She grins. “Damn, I thought I’d finally found my window.” “I’d board up all the windows before you thought about it.” “You’re bordering on psychosis.” “Does that get you going? I can turn it up a notch.”
“I’m positive if I asked you to marry me right now, you’d kick me in the balls.”
“Summer, the staff is going to think I kidnapped you.”
“I’m sorry, too. I should have told you about the plan,” she says sheepishly. I rub my nose against hers. “It’s fine, my little criminal.”
“I love you,” I say, tilting her head for a kiss. I deepen it until she abruptly pulls away. “Yeah, yeah, you too. Now go! Your bus is leaving.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with Summer?” I tease. “She fell in love,” she says like it’s a big inconvenience.
Waking up to find out I didn’t ruin my boyfriend’s life makes today a good day.
Sitting rinkside means the referees hate me, but I don’t let that keep me from speaking my mind.
Her five-year plan has been thoroughly dismantled, but mine has just begun, and she is its focal point.
“I’m proud of you.” Her cheeks blush. “Me? You just won a championship. All I did was talk to my dad.” “Both equally important victories. We did good today, Preston.”
Summer glances at me, probably noticing I’ve sobered up a great deal, because two hours ago at the arena, I was singing her love songs and holding her tight. “You’re my passenger princess. Just look pretty and tell me the wrong directions,” she says, patting my thigh.
