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"Please, Holland. This is me, Reed Davidson, the hottest hockey star you'll ever meet, begging you.
I kiss her like I'm dying of thirst, and fuck, I want to drown in her.
“Don’t. Don’t hide yourself from me. I want you, Holland, every single fucking inch of you.”
“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.”
“I will throw your ass over my shoulder and carry you all the way back to my house, don’t bite off more than you can chew, babe.”
“I am not sorry for falling in love with you. I’m sorry that I had to do it in secret, when all I want to do is shout it from the rooftop of the tallest building in the whole damn city. I fucking love you, Holland. I thought I could
never love anyone, that I was broken, that I was messed up from my father, but then you showed me otherwise.
“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.”
Our love is a lot like my favorite hockey term.” “And what’s that?” “Change on the fly. You don’t stop, you change what you have to and finish out the game.”