Before We Came (Lakes Hockey, #1)

by Sloane St. James

“Oh my God.” She steps back, her mouth agape. “Um . . .” “I don’t know what to do right now,” I admit. “Me either. Can we just, like, forget whatever happened the other night?” “Not a chance.” Is she kidding? I’ll still be thinking about that night on my death bed. “Excuse me?” She narrows her eyes at me. “You heard me.”

I can’t believe she’s standing in front of me right now. She’s alive and breathing—and every one of her breaths steal one of mine.

I’ll never be able to look him in the eye without picturing his dick or the sound of him growling good girl in my ear.

😂😂😂😂😂

“You only feel scared because you’re doing something really brave.

Before I step into the shower, I remind myself this is only aftercare. This is me rewarding her vulnerability and bravery.

That’s not fuckboy energy. That’s big-dick-husband-daddy energy.

🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌