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I’m looking at the girl across the room. The one with chestnut hair, sparkly green eyes, and a light dusting of pale freckles on the apples of her cheeks. The girl I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I met her—one hundred and eleven days ago. The girl who’s fixed herself in my mind and who’s kept my cock from as much as twitching for anyone else. The girl who says she wants nothing to do with me. Olivia Lockley.
Freckles that stand out even more when she blushes when I pay her a compliment, even though she tries not to? If not, then she’s not my type.”
After enduring Tuck singing along to two Taylor Swift songs in a row—very loudly, might I add—I’m surprised my ears aren’t bleeding.
“Fine?” Tuck exclaims like he can’t believe his ears. “What do you mean fine? She’s a genius!” I’m taken aback by Tuck’s enthusiasm. “Geez, I never would have taken you for such an ardent Taylor Swift supporter.” “We call ourselves Swifties, thank you very much.”
This time she can’t hide a smile and a tiny laugh that bubbles from her curled lips. The sound makes my chest pang. I could very quickly grow addicted to hearing Olivia Lockley’s laugh.
She’s breathtaking. Literally. I realize it’s been a couple beats since I’ve inhaled, and when I do, I feel a hitch in my chest.
“First of all—Buttercup?” Pressed against Tuck, I feel the vibration of his laughter in his chest. The sensation elicits a fuzzy warmth deep in my center. “You didn’t like it?” he asks coyly. I kind of did. “Of course not.” He lets out a playful sigh. “We’ll just have to think of another pet name, then.” “Or not,” I protest. But there’s no bite to the words. No firmness. They’re weak.
He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and holds out my own car keys to me. “Here you go,” he says. My jaw goes slack. “How did you get these?” “Your boyfriend gave them to me,” he says. “Maybe he ordered these repairs as a surprise. Well, surprise.” “Boyfriend?” My brow furrows. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” The mechanic grins and lets out an amused chuckle. “Maybe tell him that.”
this man i swear
What did you do? The bubbles indicating that he’s typing bounce for a while. When the message finally comes through, I expect a full explanation, but … Tuck What did I do today? A bunch of things. Took a shower. Argued with Hudson about whether UFOs are real. Ate a cheeseburger for lunch. Made fun of Sebastian for watching a documentary about the history of philosophy in the living room. Leg day at the gym. Argued with Hudson about whether time travel is possible. Totally is, by the way. Do you want to hear more about the shower?
this man got jokes lol
But I can’t deny that I am in … fuck, I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’m in something with her.
in love that's what you feel
“Damn, Rhys. You look like shit.” The burly defenseman turns to me, an eyebrow hitched. “Boy, Tuck, you know how to make a guy feel appreciated.” “Don’t get me wrong. You’re still sexy as hell. I mean, that bad boy aura you’ve got with the tattoos and the messy dark hair that falls over your eyes? If I were into guys, I’d be ripping that towel off your waist right now.” “I hate to eavesdrop,” Lane says, turning towards us from his locker. “But this is a strange conversation even for you, Tuck.”
It’s then that I realize something that should worry me—but it doesn’t. I’m glad Tuck is here.
“Let a lady sleep on the floor while I take the bed?” I scoff. “Not while I’m above ground. I don’t know how the boys you grew up with did things, but my momma raised me right.”
Turning my head to the side, I see that Tuck is gone. The stupidest thing happens. My stomach drops, a hollow and disappointed feeling panging inside me.
Because you like him Liv.....
Like sometimes you’ll wake up and swear it’s Saturday morning for a blissful second, only for the realization to come crashing down on you that it’s Wednesday.
Mood during the school year lol
She’s got my heart wrapped around her finger, and I’ve got no interest in trying to untwirl it.
“You got the blue kind,” she whispers thinly. “My favorite.” I chuckle. “Your favorite Gatorade is the same colors as my eyes? Can’t be a coincidence.”
“But you can bet your ass that when we’re through keeping it quiet,” Tuck says, his grin coming back to his face, “I’m going to make up for it by screaming from the fucking mountaintops that you’re mine. When you’re ready for that.”
No matter what happens between us, I’ll remember this moment. Linda’s Diner in Burlington, Vermont will always have a special place in my heart.
awww
She’s wearing my jersey. When I skate onto the ice for our home game against Cornell and see Olivia in the crowd with my number on her chest, everything else tumbles out of my head.
