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baking as a love language,
Is it possible to lose your job before you even start it? Because if I don’t get my coffee in the next two fucking seconds, I’m officially gonna be late to my first day of work.
“thanks.” I clutch the cup in both hands like a dragon with his egg.
It’s an iced oat-milk honey latte with a double shot of espresso and vanilla-sweet-cream cold foam with a drizzle of caramel on top.
“My orgasm!” The hands on me tighten as the man beneath me groans, rolling me to the side.
I caught her giving Langers “fuck me” eyes, and that was that. Instant friendship.
“See this PT?” he shouts to the crowded gym. “This is my PT. You got that, assholes? I don’t make the rules, but I will enforce them.”
Novy rounds on him. “This guy? How ’bout you watch your fucking tone, Bouch. This is Doctor Teddy O’Connor. We call him Teddy of the Golden Hands, because he’s fucking magical. He gives the best damn leg massages I’ve ever had.”
He pulls out his phone, and my eyes go wide. Fuck me, I am not getting in the middle of those two again. Back when Morrow was a player, he got a little territorial over how much Novy liked my massages. Ever seen a jaguar hunt a caiman while a helpless capybara watches? Yeah, I was the capybara. “Ohgod—don’t,” I hiss, slapping at his phone.
he’s like some kind of mythical volcano,
some software update that never got properly installed.
He dares to roll his eyes at me.
He gets as far as turning the knob and pulling it in an inch. Then I’m right behind him. Reaching over his shoulder, I push the door shut. “Stay.”
I press in as he turns, pinning him to the door. He drops his bags, both hands going to the door as he pushes back with his hips.
“Du gör mig galen—just
Even if it burns like a fire in my chest to say the words.
As I stand here, heart racing, the truth settles over me: I don’t want Teddy out with another man tonight. I want him home, laughing with Karro on the couch, making banana splits, and teaching me to braid her hair. I want him home with me.
“God natt, mitt hjärta.”
Lord knows he’s done enough for me already. Whatever my husband wants, he gets.
“Nice mode, huh? I didn’t know my wife came with a nice mode. Is that only available on one of them newer models?”
“Is that what he was doing between quarters too?” says Jayla. “When he came over to flirt with you? Pressing his hand to the glass and running those fingers through his hair all, ‘Oh, hey, Teddy, look at me lookin’ so fine out on this ice. Think we could melt it?’” “They’re called periods, Jay,” Raf mutters.
Now, it turns out, I can’t even be his friend.
Henrik Karlsson is finally going to kiss me.
In fact, it’s oddly satisfying. Before now, sex has always been my crutch. I use it to soothe, and mask, and deflect. I use it to hide my deeper relationship problems. I mean, who has problems when you have orgasms, right?
but my affection for Teddy is very real, and growing stronger every day.
But I want to photograph his neck, not lick it.
“I think you’re beautiful too.”
“How will I know if I can give you everything you want, if you won’t let me try?”
it’s rooted in me being completely, irrationally, and irrevocably in love with you.”
Spirited Away.
“Du är
jeune homme triste dans un train
“You provide for others,” he corrects. “You live for yourself. Always in your own head, always wanting your own way. You were just the same out on the ice. You play as part of a team only when it suits you. And I say that with no judgment,” he adds. “As I say, I was exactly the same.”
“A man like Teddy is loyal to the grave. He’s like my Jake. Pour into his cup and watch as he returns your effort tenfold.”
“In my official capacity as President of the WAGs, if I know you intend to break his heart, I’m required by my oath of office to kick your ass.”