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In front of everyone, he kept me at arm’s length and acted like I was his little sister. When no one was looking, he would sneak into my room and hold me in his arms until the sun rose.
I was his dirty little secret.
“You are a constant in my life. And I hate the fact that I’m going to be leaving you. The fact that I won’t see you almost every single day. I won’t see you sitting in the stands, cheering me on at every game.”
“I’m no good for you. And I swore to myself that I would never be the one to tarnish your shine.”
I’ve been living too much in my head, in this little fantasy world I created. And it was something that would never be our reality.
“The way I feel about you is the reason why I can’t let this be anything.”
She was always supposed to be off-limits, but the temptation has always been there. Isla was the one person that I let close enough, that I could let my guard down with and tell her all of my secrets. The connection between us was never deniable, but it was something I knew neither of us could ever act on.
Isla never wanted to rock the boat or upset anyone, even if it was at the expense of her own happiness.
I wanted to keep what we had hidden, not her. Never her.
Does no one else believe in this fucking girl? She might not be August Whitley—hockey superstar—but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. She’s Isla fucking Whitley and she can do anything she puts her mind to.
She might not need me, but I need her…
She’s an easy target, with how goddamn innocent and kind she is. Not to mention the fact that she looks like she was sent here from heaven.
I know August is concerned about his little sister being in a place with new people. Her first college party. But concerned doesn’t even begin to touch how I’m feeling. Possessive. Protective. Fucking jealous as hell thinking about her there with her douchebag friend that she made.
I’ll be the one to decide who is good enough or not for her.
“Everything you do will always concern me.”
“You’re not my keeper, Knight.” I glare up at him, feeling my body sway on unsteady legs. “You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” Logan’s face falls and he tilts his head to the side with a pained look in his eyes. “Don’t do that,” he whispers, his voice strained. My eyebrows pinch together. “Do what?” “Don’t call me Knight, like everyone else.” “Your friends call you Knight.” I roll my eyes in a dramatic fashion before pushing past him. “I’m just making sure that I’m playing the part right.”
“Because even though I don’t deserve you, that doesn’t mean there’s anyone who comes close to you. I refuse to settle for anything less than greatness, baby. And that’s exactly what you are.”
“There’s no choice to be made,” I tell him, softly stroking the sides of his face with my fingertips. “The choice was made for me when I first met you.”
I don’t regret a single thing from the fight, because that’s what you do for family, for those that mean the world to you. You go to fucking war for them.
My jealousy is unwarranted because she isn’t mine to be protective of. But if she can’t be mine, she can’t be anyone else’s.
“I want you to be my first.” The corners of Logan’s lips lift. “And your last, Isla. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. I’m going to leave my mark so deep in your fucking soul that you won’t ever want anyone but me.”
I’m tired of playing this endless game with Logan. It’s all or nothing.
“It wasn’t a choice for me—it was never a choice.” He pauses, his eyes finding mine through the darkness. “It was written in the stars, August. It was completely inevitable.”
“Oh my fucking god,” I moan, my hands fisting his head in between my legs. He lifts his head for a moment, a smirk on his face as his hooded gaze meets mine. “That’s right, baby girl. I’m your fucking god.”
