I’d never felt this way. I’d never lost myself in someone else. Certainly had never given away my heart so completely, so utterly, that my life no longer belonged to me. Shea and I had built a shared world and filled it with our favorite things. The team, our hockey, each other. For me, him. All the walls I built, all the broody ways I’d insisted I would never give away a piece of myself, and yet— Here I was. Here I fucking was.
