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Falling for your best friend was always dangerous, but this was the first time I thought my feelings for Paige might actually kill me.
Technically, that was true. I loved everything about Paige, even her crappy muffins. Apparently, love wasn’t just blind, it also had no sense of taste.
I couldn’t help it that every time she looked at me time seemed to slow, and I was briefly transported to an alternate universe, where my deep and secret feelings for my best friend weren’t completely one-sided.
She was the girl I wanted in my life forever, and even if that was only as a friend, it would have to be enough for me.
“You’ve been in love with her for years.” “No, we’ve been friends for years.” “Friends?” Reed shook his head at me. “You don’t look at her like she’s just a friend.” “Of course I do.” “No, Grayson. You look at her like her like she’s everything.”
Gray: Just wear what you had on at the game. You looked perfect. Me: I was wearing your jersey. Gray: Like I said . . . perfect.
My heart was breaking for her, and in my mind I was practically screaming that I wanted her. I’d always wanted her.
“I don’t have to say anything,” I whispered. “Except tell you how beautiful you look tonight.”
“You do,” I replied. “And I know you feel like you failed tonight, but you’ve got a guy standing right here who wants to listen to all your bad pickup lines and loves your nervous giggles.”
“But do you know what I want the most?” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and her hushed reply was barely audible. “What?” “You, Paige. I want you.”
“Is your pretty face the distraction?” I asked. If it was, then I had to admit, it was seriously working.
Gray pulled me upright and grasped my face in his hands. “Are you okay?” Nothing was hurt, but I was shivering from the adrenaline pulsing through me. “Just a little shaken. You?” “I’m fine.” “The puck didn’t hit you?” “No. It missed us both.” “You reacted so fast.” “I told you I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” My heart was still racing, but when he stared at me like that and said those words, I wasn’t a hundred percent certain it was just because of the puck.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever been scared on the ice,” he said. “Really? I guess having a puck flying at you is a little different when you’ve got a helmet on.” “No, it’s a little different when it’s flying at you.” The look in his eyes when they met mine was so intense I felt a lump form in my throat. “I can’t handle the thought of something bad happening to you, Paige.”
