Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

They don’t try to get me to come out, but I know they’re there. And it makes me cry into my pillow.

Is this what love feels like? Like the first bit of sunshine peeking through the clouds after a rainstorm? Like a warm blanket on a cold day? Like a million stars lighting up a night sky? Like I might not be able to breathe if he isn’t around, and like I’m taking my first deep breath in years when he’s close?