Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

I love books. Like, I really love them.

Me too bff

Before he can answer me, a toddler, maybe two or three years old, comes padding down the hallway, clutching a worn octopus tightly to his little body. "Daddy?"

Awhhhh he’s holding a little octipie I’m gonna cry

that is full to the brim with books that didn’t fit on my shelves upstairs, cracks, and almost in slow motion, it falls on top of Reed.

LMAOOOOO

His deep brown eyes gaze into mine, and I suddenly feel exposed. Open. Raw. On display for Reed Davidson. "Holland."

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

He leans closer, and I don't pull away. I simply suck in a gasp.

"This is a terrible idea," I mutter. He steps closer to me, not quite touching, but almost. "Please, Holland. This is me, Reed Davidson, the hottest hockey star you'll ever meet, begging you. I need you.

"I'm completely fucked."

Evan giggles as he watches us pick everything up. Got it easy, little man. You get to stand there and look adorable while I lug this thing up the stairs.

He’s so cute

aside from Evan’s excited chatter. Who knew a three-year-old could have so much to say?

Evan gasps when he sees it. “A pirate ship, Weed?” He’s so excited he’s bouncing on his toes, clutching Pickles. Not gonna lie, there aren’t many things better than seeing the genuine excitement on his face and I never realized how much I needed his happiness until now.

I will cry

“I can be brave,” Evan mumbles. “You are brave, buddy. It’s okay to be afraid sometimes because you have me, and together, we can be brave. We can face anything.”

“I wuv you, Weed.”

Real tears rn

I want every single second I can with Holland.

I’m gonna fuck this up. I know it. She’s Emery’s best friend. She’s also the girl I can’t stop thinking about. The decision is easy. I just pray like fuck she feels the same way.

Then my mouth is on hers. Her soft body collides with mine, and she whimpers beneath my touch. I kiss her like I'm dying of thirst, and fuck, I want to drown in her. It's the kiss to end all kisses. The kind that ruins everyone before her.

But right now, all I want is to lose myself in the girl that I can't stop thinking about.

"Wait, wait, wait." She pants, ripping her mouth from mine. Her deep blue eyes search mine, but then she's kissing me again. Like she can't stop. It's needy, desperate, everything I've felt for the past few days. Out of my mind for her. "We shouldn't do this. No, we can't do this, Reed," she says again. "Don't give a shit." I kiss along the path of her jaw, down her neck, sucking until she's whimpering beneath me.

I can't be around you and not touch you any longer."

"Emery will kill us. This... this will screw everything up. You know it will." Maybe so, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

She whispers hoarsely, “Kiss me.” My lips are on hers in the next breath, and together, we’re fumbling to get her into my lap.

I don’t ever think I’ve wanted something so badly. Not the way I want Holland.

“Don’t. Don’t hide yourself from me. I want you, Holland, every single fucking inch of you.”

“Nah, Evan saw the octopus on Finding Nemo and made me rewind it ten times, so I pulled up YouTube and we watched and learned random facts about octopuses. Kept him quiet for like an hour.”

Nothing feels the way it does when I'm with her.

Nothing in the world has ever felt like Holland does wrapped around me, and I don’t think anything ever will again. I’m ruined.

Reed Davidson?”

Sorry I keep reading it as Pete

“You think I don't know that? You think I don’t know that I have no right to be jealous? No right to feel so fucking possessive over you like you’re mine.”

This girl has fucking ruined me. Without a doubt.

She asked for casual, but every day I find it harder and harder to be anything but all-in.

Carrying the box back into my room, I set it on my dresser and untie the large, red ribbon. I pull the lid off and carefully pull back the white tissue paper. Under the paper is a jersey with the name DAVIDSON on the back, and a note. I pick the paper up and read the messy scrawl in black ink. Beautiful, Just a little something to show you I was thinking of you. Miss you. Do me a favor and send me a picture of you wearing nothing but this. ;) Reed

This is so cute I love this

Reed: Are you trying to kill me?

“I fucking can’t stop thinking about you.”

“If only a good enough man for you, Holland Parker.”

“I did it, Weed, I did it!”

HES SO CUTEEEE

Evan giggles, then slaps his hand over his mouth to silence them. Fuck, he’s so cute.

I’m gonna cry he’s adorable

I set Ari down next to him, and Kennedy skips up and pulls Evan in for a strangling hug without pause. The panicked look returns, and this time I shrug. “Girls, bud. Girls.”

THEYRE SO CUTE

“Are you really going to come?”

“Howwand!” Evan cries from the back seat.

I love you, Holland. I am in love with you.”

Not when I know what it’s like to love you.” She nods against me. “I… I love you too, Reed.” It’s heaven hearing her say it.

This is my girl. Mine.

“One: Fall in love every day. Never stop showing you how much you mean to me, and giving you reasons to fall in love with me.”

“Two: Shout it to the world. I’m never going to not show my love for you. I want everyone in the goddamn world to know that I’m the bastard that’s lucky enough to love you, Holland Parker. I’ll put it on the jumbotron. On every damn billboard in Chicago.”

At night, in the morning, every fucking day. You’re the only one for me, Holland.”

The sound of my door creaking open and the covers being pulled back causes me to stir. I crack open one eye and see Holland sliding into bed next to me. I wrap the covers back around us, to keep in the warmth, and loop my arm around her, pulling her against me. “I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you,” she murmurs, peppering kisses along my jaw.

She's constantly putting them on me to steal some of my body heat.

“Let’s get him set up in his new home. Where should we put him?” Reed asks. Don’t say his room. “My room!” Evan says and runs off in the direction of his bedroom. Once he’s out of earshot, I look at Reed. “No way. He’ll end up with his hand in the tank before the night is over. Trust me.