Possessive Puckboy (Puckboys, #8)

by Eden Finley

I used to think it was on the ice—no, I was certain of it—but now, I can’t help thinking my place is in the woods, away from everyone I’ve ever unknowingly hurt. I could become a hermit and have rocks for friends. Though Miles Olsen says his pet rocks hate me too.

“Then you have to find someone who’ll appreciate being possessed. And some people really, really like it.”

“Just so you know, I didn’t tell you not to be sorry for kissing me out of pity. I said it because you don’t need to be sorry. At all. I’m not.”

Kissing him left me with more questions than answers. Maybe if I kiss him long enough, I’ll find the answers I’m looking for on his tongue.

“Maybe you can get a dog, and I’ll watch him when I’m home. We can co-parent.”

“Aww …” I melt. That makes my mind up immediately. Look at me, so starved for affection that the slightest hint of it has me buying a rodent.

“I … I …” I look to Novi for help, but he doesn’t give me any. Instead, in the thickest Russian accent that clearly isn’t his usual voice, he says, “Uh, this not visitor locker room. I don’t speak English.” He’s out of here so fast I could swear I see smoke trailing behind him.