Puck Me Secretly (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #1)

by Odette Stone

As if he could sense me, his eyes lifted to where I sat. My breath caught in my throat as he held my gaze for an extended couple of seconds before he moved to the bench. I crossed my arms over my waist, thrilled that he had noticed me. Which was silly and so school-girlish. Still. It elated me far more than it should have.

Rory, you are so damn relatable!

Max turned around and shoved him hard. You could hear him say, “Touch her and I’ll kill you.”

AHHHHHH. That’s why he snapped 🤭😆

Light fingertips grazed around the bruise. My bottom lip trembled. I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes. “Don’t, Max.” “Come here,” he pulled me against his chest. I felt his big arms wrap around me, making me feel safe and protected. And then I burst into noisy tears. He moved us to the bed and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wept.

Sorry but I live for these kind of moments. The way he’s holding her 😩

but I loved the after sex too. We did stupid things, goofy things. Like when Max put on my t-shirt, which was more of a tiny midriff on him, and we had a Britney Spears dance off. He won, by the way, because I laughed so hard, I couldn’t even dance.

He’s so cute with her.

“I needed to know your feelings weren't based on whether or not I play.” “It never has been and it never will be.” He stood up. “Will you cheer for me?” “I always do.” He bent down and dropped a hard kiss on my lips. “Thanks.” I clutched his arm. “Have fun. I want you to love this.” “Why?” “Because when you're happy, I’m happy.”

Ugh they own my heart.

“I want it all. You. A baby. Marriage. A lifelong commitment.” “Sounds pretty distracting.” “I’ve never felt more focused.”

That’s cute. Very.