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Savannah
After the most amazing orgasm of my life, Cam stands up and helps me refasten my jeans. Then he beckons me over to the bed and pulls me onto his lap.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”
My hearts starts beating out of my chest. “Okay. Is it bad?”
“No.” His lips graze mine. Then he says five words that mean everything. “I’m in love with you.”
My stomach plummets down to my toes.
Love.
Cam loves me?
“Like, you mean—”
His voice is rough with amusement. “Yes. I love you. You don’t have to say it back. That’s not why I told you. And this is probably shit timing with everyone downstairs and you just seeing your dad last week. But I mean every word.”
“Are you—are you sure? I can be a real handful. Like you said, I bring out a stick, and I’m shy and…”
“I love all your pieces,” he says into my mouth, his hands moving underneath my shirt and finding my hot skin. “I admire you. I respect you. And I want all of you. You turn me on like nobody else.”
Shit.My heart cracks wide open.
And I can’t just put my feelings into sex anymore. So I reveal my soul more than I ever thought I’d dare. “Cam, I love you too. And not because you told me first. I just do. I felt it before and I was afraid to tell you, but I love you so much.”
If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. His mouth turns up in a beautiful smile. “I love you too, Savannah Virginia. Thanks for letting me into your world.”
He tells me that he wants to give me another orgasm right away.
And what do I say to the man I love more than anything?
I say yes.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The next game is only one day away, and my stomach is in knots. This game is the eastern conference championship round, and whoever wins goes to the final. Craig lectures all the players—and coaches too—to only focus on us and what we’re doing and not to follow what’s happening in the other conference.
It’s good advice. To say I’m following it would be a total lie.
Because my father’s team is in the western conference. And I’m well aware—as I’m sure Craig is too—that if we win our game and the Colorado Caves win theirs, the two teams will line up opposite one another in the do-or-die title game. Because the Caves have a better record, the game would be played in Colorado.
And that possibility has me overthinking all sorts of things, like whether Daddy’s fiancée will be at the game and if my father will try even harder to get me to work for him next season.
A good way to distract myself is dancing. Clarissa persuades me to try performing again, and I’m ready to do anything that will help me to forget about ice hockey for a little while.
Cam has been begging me to let him watch me perform. So we drive together, and he takes a seat in the audience.
And when I dance, I forget. I forget about the upcoming game and how much it means to me. I forget about my father and his manipulative tactics. I forget everything but this moment where I feel beautiful in my flowy skirt and fitted top, and Cam’s smiling at me from his table.
I feel good. I feel strong.
The next night, the Colorado Caves win their game.
Right afterward, the Cannons win theirs. Just like Cam predicted.
