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Unbelievable. Every girl at this college would cut her frickin’ arm off to help me out. But this one? Runs away like I just asked her to murder a cat so we could sacrifice it to Satan.
What can I say? Hockey players are horny motherfuckers. When we’re not on the ice, we can usually be found hooking up with a puck bunny or two.
The cuddling makes me apprehensive, but I can’t exactly shove her away and demand she hit the road, not when she clearly put a lot of effort into this seduction. But that worries me too.
“Aw, look how cute you are, defending a football player. Hold on—let me go outside to see if pigs are flying in the sky.”
Boy? Nuh-uh. I’m only noticing it now—probably because I’ve been too distracted by how insufferable he is—but Garrett Graham is all man.
I wonder if “sexy as fuck” is a requirement for living in this house.
I’ve never met anyone who sleeps with so many pillows. Maybe he needs them to cradle his massive ego.
I didn’t expect it to happen, but I kinda like her.
There’s a female in my bedroom and neither of us is naked. It’s strange. But kinda nice.
The moment she’s gone, I experience a sense of loss. I’m no longer warm and cozy, but cold and alone.
The second our lips meet, the strangest thing happens. Pulsing waves of heat unfurl inside me, starting at my mouth and then rippling down my body, tingling in the tips of my breasts before traveling even lower.
My heart turns into a dolphin and does a stupid little flip of excitement. Excitement, for fuck’s sake.
But watching Hannah hook up with some other guy? Not an option either. Rock, meet hard place.
“But I want to,” she whispers. “I want you so bad.” She’s just uttered the words every guy wants to hear—I want you so bad—but damn it, she’s drunk and I can’t let her do this.
But right now, all I want is for this girl to smile at me again.
Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them. How you went about your day and hung out with your friends and fucked other people without having this one important person in your life.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want this girl. When I wasn’t fucking desperate for her.
Because having a girlfriend? Fucking rocks. Seriously.
“Baby, I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn’t be bored.” Garrett Graham, my own personal sweet-talker.
“I love you, too.” It’s the first time I’ve told a woman I love her, and it feels so damn right.
“Because you’re in love with me, and you don’t want to date anyone else. But see, I was afraid your stubborn self would try to do it just to back up your cover story, so I had to take some preventative measures.”
