I know I shouldn’t have snooped, but I couldn’t help it.I want to know Declan, and I’m afraid he’ll never let me in.Not fully.Not the way I need him to.
Still, I shouldn’t have looked at his things without his permission.I wish I could apologize and explain everything.
Why did Declan think I would write a story about him being abused or hurt?How could he think I was that type of person?How could he think I was someone who would sleep with him for a story?
Guilt and anger swirl inside me, and I’m not sure which emotion will win out in the end.
I press my forehead against the cool window and stare out at the city as it flies past, wondering how my life got this complicated in only a week.
Chapter Eight
Declan
“Someone’s in a good mood,” CJ teases as I storm into the locker room after practice.
I throw my gloves and stick against my locker and curse as I scrub my hands down my face.Practice was shit.The last few days have been shit.Our last game.Iplayedlike shit, and that only triggered the flashbacks of my dad and grandpa berating and hitting me for every mistake I made when I was younger.That makes me think of Elle and what she found when she went through my desk.
“Seriously,” Logan agrees, sounding annoyed.“What’s gotten into you this week?”
“It’s obviously lady troubles,” CJ says.
I glare at them as I pull off my pads.
Logan sighs.“What did you do?”
“Ididn’t do anything,” I snap.
“Okay, what didshedo?”CJ corrects.
Hurt slices through me, and for the millionth time today, I regret letting Elle get close.I let her in, and now I’m paying the price for that mistake.“She was only getting close to me to get a scoop.”
They both blink, looking at each other, then back to me.
“Elle?”CJ asks, looking shocked.
“Huh, she doesn’t seem like the type,” Logan agrees.
I bite back a curse.“Well, she is.”
“What happened?”Logan asks, tugging me into a corner where we have some privacy.
“We slept together, and I woke up to her rummaging around my place.”
“Maybe something fell, and she was picking it up?Or she was cleaning?That would be so nice of her,” CJ suggests.
I roll my eyes.“No, that’s definitely not what she was doing.”
“What did she find?”CJ asks, leaning forward, his eyes burning with interest.
“None of your business.”
“What did you do then?”Logan asks.
“I kicked her out.”
“In the cold?”CJ cries.
I growl.“No, I called her a car.”
