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Emory looks at me like he wants to devour me and take his time doing it too.
I wonder what it would feel like to be wanted by someone as unwavering as Emory Olson. He’s so sure of himself—even more so on the ice. When he uses a tone that borders on possessiveness with me, I find myself loving every single inflection in his voice.
“I like referring to you as my wife because that means no one else gets you.”
With her looking at me like I can hang the moon, I’d do just about anything she asked of me.
God, she’s…perfect. Warmth fills my stomach the longer I stare at her. My heart starts to beat a little quicker, and I try to think of a time that I’ve ever felt this way. There isn’t a person, or even a situation, that comes close.
I’ll wait forever for Scottie. I told her before this whole thing started that I wouldn’t lose. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that statement had a double meaning: I don’t want to lose her, and I’m not even sure I really have her.
When he looks at me, I can’t think straight. When he touches me, I lose my footing. When he kisses me, I’m his. I’ve never wanted to be on someone’s mind like I want to be on Emory’s. I’m obsessed with the thought of him needing to touch me. Like he can’t breathe without it.
“Do you want me so badly you can’t think straight? Because that’s how I feel when it comes to you.” He kisses me hard and fast, like he’s afraid I’m going to deny it. I can’t. Not like this. “Yes,” I say without any hesitation. I want you so much that I’m terrified.
why do I miss her? I was with her no less than ten hours ago. I’ve never missed anyone like I do her.
I miss you when you’re across the room from me.
“Let go for me again. I’ll catch you every time.”
I can’t get enough of her. I don’t know what it means, and I don’t want to question it. All I know is that somehow, between the moment she cornered me in the arena bathroom and now, she’s become my favorite thing in the world.
I have tunnel vision, and the only thing I see is her. God damn. She’s mine. The room seems to revolve around her, and the closer I get, the more my pulse races. Her hand is wrapped around my heart, and she’s squeezing with every flutter of her eyelashes.
“You want to know what she tastes like?” The man is eyeing me with suspicion. I’m a swing away, which means I could knock him out if I tried, but I don’t because I’m a grown-ass man, and there is nothing more demeaning than learning that the hottest woman at this event isn’t yours. “She tastes like me.” Shock moves over his face, and I smile with confidence. “It’d be best if you remembered that.” I turn around and look directly at Scottie’s hidden smile. My hand falls to hers before I say over my shoulder, “Oh, and if you ever talk to my wife, it better be with fucking respect.”
“You’re not falling in love with me,” I say. He nods. “You’re right.” I pinch my thigh to distract myself from the complete and utter disappointment I feel. But then he smiles. “I’m already there.”
