Shots on Net (SCU Hockey, #1)

by J.J. Mulder

The smile grows less embarrassed and more playful. “Nobody can resist the power of Shakira. You must dance.”

So true Zeke

“Are you all right? You have seemed off all of today and you did not pay attention in class. Are you ill, perhaps?” Yes, Vas, I have developed a crush on a skinny little nerd and it is making me physically ill. Thank you for noticing.

“So, hey, I was wondering, if you’re not doing anything Friday night, would you want to go to dinner? With me. Dinner, with me?” I stare at him, quizzically. What a completely normal but oddly peculiar request.

I’m twenty-fucking-one years old.

AHRE COMO QUE CARTER MORGAN THE THIRD ES UN BEBITO DE 21 AÑOS?!? Let's be fr, tiene como 24

I look over at Carter, who’d probably be less surprised if she pulled a gun from her purse and shot him.

“He’s just sitting there?” I press against Carter’s side and look out. Max is indeed on the driveway, sitting in his car. “He’s probably waiting until closer to one, since that’s when we told them to get here.”

Me too, Max. Me too.