On the Edge (SCU Hockey #3)

by J.J. Mulder

lay my bag on the floor, tucking it between my feet so that it’s not a tripping hazard for anyone walking by.

Jesus.

I told him he dressed like a prick and then today he brings me an apple.

I’m certain the real Atlas behind the walls is worth knowing, as long as I can get past the Atlas guarding the gate.

I’m starting to see the appeal of khaki pants.

before I do something insane like put his fingers there instead.

“I have never been interested in kissing before, until I met you,”

“I don’t do serious relationships, or virgins. Or Germans.”

I swallow down the frustrated scream building in my chest. I hate you, I tell myself vehemently. I fucking hate you.

Jesus atlas

“Might as well not even try.” I can hardly understand myself,

“It would be difficult, I think, to trust someone not to hurt you, when the one person who is supposed to love you didn’t,”

I am sorry for the people who have not treated you well, because they no longer get to know you and that is a terrible thing.”