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“Fuck me, I guess,” Liam grunts. “It’s like I’m not even here.”
“Next time you come to a game, don’t show up in someone else’s jersey.” His fingers trace the outline of the letters spanning across my shoulders. They dance down my spine, and my eyes flutter closed. “I’ll buy you a hundred jerseys with my name on them so you never run out.”
It’s such a wonderful part of Deaf culture. A member of the Deaf community will give you a name sign that correlates with who you are as a person.
“My dad used to buy my mom flowers whenever she had a hard day. Even if there was already a bouquet in the kitchen, he’d show up with more.”
She’s ingrained on my soul, and life is too short to not tell the people you care about exactly how you feel.
Nice goal. Blond Bombshell I like that you’re watching my games, Mads. Your spectating grade is climbing higher every day.
“Anything. Nothing. Whatever you want.” Hudson cups my chin with so much care, I almost melt because of it. “I’m at your mercy.”
“You know, you’ve gotten pretty damn sarcastic since you started hanging out with Liam. I’m not sure I like it.”
He doesn’t say anything else, and when I look at him over my shoulder, Hudson is gaping at me. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are wide, and I don’t know how to read this expression of his. “It’s mine,” he says. “You’re wearing my number.”
“I’ve got my girls in the crowd wearing my jersey, Galloway.” Hudson’s face shifts from playful to something soft. A truth he’s declaring in the middle of the sold-out arena. “I could miss every shot I take. We could lose by twenty, and it’d still be a damn good night.”
Been missing you since the minute I left you, knife girl.
“You’re my best friend. You’re not going to come to Georgia and not see your mom,” he says. “I figured you’d want an early start because of the skate we have scheduled at noon. I have a car downstairs, coffee in the cup holders, and some flowers I grabbed from a gas station.”
G-Money Where are you seeing that? It’s not on ESPN. What’s your source? Are you making shit up?? I can’t find anything on Instagram either. MAVERICK!!!!
“Why do we have to train muscles we don’t use?” Grant groans and hangs off his machine. “Isn’t that the point of not using them?”
“Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.”
You are one of my favorite people in the world, Lucy girl, and I’m so excited we can talk to each other. I might not be very good at it, but I’m going to keep learning for you, okay?
How I might not be her father, but I’d walk to the ends of the earth for Lucy.
Stay forever, I almost add. Here’s my broken heart. I think you’re the only one who can fix it
He makes me think I’ll never have my heart broken again. He makes me realize there’s so much good that comes with giving yourself to someone,
He wears his heart on his sleeve, and when he does something, he does it with all that he has. Nothing, not a single action of his, is a half effort.
“How the fuck am I supposed to focus on hitting a goddamn puck when the man who divorced the woman I fucking love sits in the stands without getting a piece of my fucking mind?
“The woman you—” “Obviously,” I practically yell. “How can I not fucking love her? She’s perfect.”
“You don’t get to talk to her.” I keep my arm against him, and that’s when I see the first moment of panic in his eyes. “Don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. You go through me, buddy,
“I close my eyes and see you, Madeline. And when I open them, there you are. Even more gorgeous than when I saw you ten seconds ago.”
How long is all this spoiling and pampering going to last?” “Forever, if you’ll let me,” he says, and my heart skips a beat. “And then some.”
But you’re hot when you’re jealous. It kind of makes me want to find out who your biggest rival is and wear their jersey to the arena.” “Easy there, romance reader. I don’t have any rivals, so you’re stuck wearing mine.”
I love you, I think. I love you so much, my wasted heart is finally healed because of it.
He gives me his first real smile of the night, and all is right in the world.
What a lucky girl I am to be loved by someone as beautiful and wonderful as Hudson Hayes.
