Wes grins at me as he lines up the next puck. “Ready for this?” The asshole has just repeated the same words he’d said to me last night right before he’d shoved his cock in my ass. All about the mind games, my boyfriend. Wait, what? The puck flies past me and I don’t even stand a chance, because my brain is still tripping over that last thought. My boyfriend? I thought I’d resigned myself to the fact that we weren’t going to be together. And now I’m thinking of him as my boyfriend?
