“Puck bunnies aren’t allowed on the team plane,” I grit out like an asshole. I’m speaking to Daniel, but I can’t take my fucking eyes off her. Her face is free of makeup and dotted with freckles. But beneath them, her cheeks go rosy as she blinks up at me. “Gavin,” Brooks warns. I can barely hear him over the thundering of my heart. My focus is set on her and the anger brewing in my gut. Daniel makes a choking sound beside her. “This isn’t a puck bunny. This is Millie, my twin sister.” Holy. Fuck. A burst of air I didn’t know I was holding whooshes out of me, and I inhale greedily, drowning in
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