One-Touch Pass (SCU Hockey #4)
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Read between July 3 - July 5, 2025
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“You’re really pretty,” I hear myself say, completely unbidden. “Like my horse.”
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If the Greek gods did exist, one of them would have scooped up Nate the moment he angled his summer-green eyes in their direction. He’s beautiful.
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“Hey, Luke. Hi.” “Hello, you,” Luke responds. Max looks pleased enough to melt into the floor.
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“Ay dios mío,” I whisper, closing my eyes. Maybe when I open them he’ll be gone, Luke will be gone, and it’ll just be me and Max. “Nope, not God. Just me, Nate.”
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“Creo que tu interés en mí es demasiado bueno para ser verdad y estoy esperando que te des cuenta de que no soy lo suficientemente bueno,”
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If you don’t want me to touch you, I’ll just stare longingly at you over the table, instead.
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I’m shaky with the realization that I am completely fucked. I don’t want to be friends with Nate. Not even a little bit. Friends is nowhere near good enough.
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And right now? I’m committed. If Marcos needs me to wait, I can wait.
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Falling in love with Nate was a little like stumbling while walking down a hill. I tried to catch myself, but eventually gravity won.
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“You’re mine now,” he whispers.
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“You could have been covered in sewage, and even then someone would have needed a crowbar to pry me away from you,” he responds dryly. “No crowbar needed. I mate for life—you’re stuck with me.”
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“Claro, amor. ¿De qué te gustaría hablar?” He breathes softly against my neck. “¿Te digo cuánto te adoro?” “I’m going to learn Spanish,” Nate whispers. “Deberías descansar ahora.” I rub my palm in a circular motion over his back. He sighs again, pressing his cheek harder against my shoulder. “Me quedaré despierto para asegurarme que te mantengas calientito.”
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He gave me a fucking horse.
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“Anything for my husband,” Nate says flippantly, lifting Tuna’s head and turning to keep walking. “Marido,” I repeat under my breath, reaching for Nate’s hand and slipping my fingers between his. It’s not a label I’d ever thought would apply to me, but then again, I never thought living on a ranch in Montana was in my future either.