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Everything hurts when it comes to Theo. My heart. My pride. My confidence.
She’s so fucking…infuriating. But gorgeous too. Like a tornado. Or a storm. A tsunami, maybe.
Colt’s right. She’s gonna be the death of me. But what he doesn’t know is she’s been killing me for years. Long before tonight. Why would my future be any different?
“You want a guy who can break you, Blake,” he rasps, his voice low and gritty and shooting straight to my core. “One who grabs you by the throat and squeezes as he enters you. One who treats you like you aren’t made of glass. You’re different than other girls.”
I want to know how she’s doing. I want to talk to her. Ask about her day. If she hates me. If she thinks about me the same way I think about her.
Fuck that, Theo. I’m not blind. I’ve known you’ve had a thing for her since we were kids. Why won’t you own up to it and date her for real?”
“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me how I can fix this. Because seeing you all torn up inside? Seeing how you refuse to look at me or answer my texts? It’s killing me, Blake.”
Theo: You’ve always been my girl. Sorry it took me so long to see it.
“I’m here, Blake. I’m here, and I’m fighting. Can’t you see it?” he spits. “I want you more than hockey.”
“You looking for another rematch?” I ask. He grins and puts two coins into the machine. “Nah. I already got what I wanted.” “Oh, really?” “Yeah.” “And what’s that?” His smile softens, but the crinkles around his eyes make my heart pitter-patter away. “You.”
“One of these days, I’m gonna stop fucking up and will feel like I actually deserve your mouth on my dick.”
