Reaper will flatten me the next time we’re on the ice if I let his girl cover my cupcakes.” His girl? The words sliced through me with a mix of craving and pain. Because somewhere along the line, I’d started to want that. It didn’t matter how reckless or dangerous it was. I wanted to know what it felt like to belong to Cope, not as a possession but as the person he wanted with every fiber of his being.
