Winnie’s shit-eating grin is enough for me to know that she knew what was bubbling up in Taylor.
“How was it?” she whispers.
I’m shocked the ice doesn’t melt beneath my skates with how much heat I’m radiating. My cheeks must be vermillion.
“You did this,” I point at her. “I don’t know how, but you did this.”
“I’m magic, didn’t you know?”
I roll my eyes, trying to calm the jumping pulse that thunders past my ears, remembering her lips on mine, the little whimpers she made, the sound of her gasp as she pulled me closer.
Jeez, I am in deep shit.
Now that I know what she tastes like? I’m screwed. There’s no way that I will be able to get her out of my mind. Every woman is going to be compared to her afterwards. There’s no way she’s going to try that again.
I’m resigned to the fate that I was just an experiment, and I hope that I was good enough for her to realize something important. I’d say it was good enough, but she did run out of the locker room faster than a bat out of hell.
That’s it for me.
It’s her or nothing.
Twenty Three
Taylor
I email Marguerite to check if she’s able to see me. My heart is in my throat and I think I’m going to be sick. Eloise’s skin was so soft under my fingertips. She tasted like gatorade and sweat, she smelled—okay, she smelled kinda nasty, but I liked it.
I liked everything about that. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had.
Fireworks were exploding through me andohmygoodness, I have no idea what I’m going to do.
I just kissed my teammate.
My new teammate.
The one who I thought was evil and then we became friends and we shared a bed and…jeez, I screwed this up.
Marguerite emails back quickly, letting me know that she’s out of the office and she’ll be back tomorrow, which is great and all, but I need to stop spiraling now. I’m not sure if I’m breathing at the moment. I think I am.
Or am I breathing too much?
I had the foresight to take my purse with me today and sneak back into the locker room so that I don’t see Eloise again before grabbing my gym bag and ordering a rideshare back to the apartment I’m sharing with Brynn.
Oh, Brynn… shit.
She’s gonna be so pissed when she comes home.
I’m so tense I think I’m about to shit a brick as the rideshare shows up. The drive back to the apartment is tense and awkward. I’m stewing in my own thoughts, and the driver didn’t put on any music, so there’s nothing to distract me.
I’m so fired.
I can’t believe that I did that.
I kissed her.
Her.I kissed her.
I kissedher.
