One-Touch Pass (SCU Hockey #4)

by J.J. Mulder

I shake my head and make a motion to grab it back, but he gently pushes my arm down to my side. Insanely, I have a sudden regret for putting on the long-sleeved shirt. A little discomfort would be worth having his hands on me.

His voice is hypnotic, never changing tone or volume. He could convince me to do anything in the world, as long as he asked for it like this.

Nate feels separate from that—an oasis in the middle of the desert after I’ve been running for so long. I want to stop and drink him in.

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.

God, had I really forgotten the way he tastes?

His skin is practically glowing in the light, as though even the sun is happy to have the opportunity to kiss him.

Falling in love with Nate was a little like stumbling while walking down a hill. I tried to catch myself, but eventually gravity won.

Every day he’s here, he becomes more striking. By the end of the summer, I won’t be able to look directly at him for fear of bursting into flames.

“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.”

Behind him, the field of grass seems to intensify the color of his eyes, as though nature is an accessory meant to highlight his beauty.

“Descansa, amor,”

“Te veo al amanecer.”