“Is that a bad thing?”
Nash moves my hand away from his chest to lace his fingers through mine. “You tell me. I can’t stop thinking about how you taste, how you smell, how you feel. How you sound when you come. And you’re dating two of my teammates.”
“Is that a deal breaker?” I realize that I’m worried about the answer to that question.
“It should be.” Nash admits. “But I must be crazy because I’m considering not walking away from this situation.”
He’s being honest, so I am too. “I don’t want you to walk away.”
“The thing is, Trouble,” his expression turns serious. “That I’m not very good at sharing. When I want something, or someone, I want everything.”
His eyes are two green, impenetrable furnaces that scorch me, making my skin burn with need.
“I like Colsen and Tucker.” I whisper. “But I like you, too.”
There’s a beat of silence as Nash considers the situation. “I didn’t come here to get a girlfriend.”
I don’t know why hearing that breaks my heart, but it does. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have the attention of two amazing men, and I already have no idea how I’m ever going to choose between them. Getting involved with Nash is the last thing I need.
“I guess then there is no problem.” I pull my shoulders back, holding my head up high. I’m not gonna cry in front of Nash.
“Oh, but we do.” He argues. “We have a huge problem. Because against every resolution I made before coming here, and against every ounce of logic and good judgment, I still want you. But I don’t want to get hurt, Trouble. So if you think there’s no chance of you choosing me, I need you to tell me now.”
I feel guilty for all the things I’m keeping from Nash. And from Colsen and Tucker. But my feelings are something I can be honest about. “I don’t know you enough to know if I could choose you. To me, you’ve always been the hot, popular hockey star in my class who didn’t even know I existed.”
His lips curl up in that little smile again. “Oh, I knew you existed.”
“For now, all I know is that we’re compatible, physically at least. But I don’t reallyknowyou.”
Nash laces our fingers together again. “Ok, then. But I need to be upfront with you, Trouble. Hockey is still my priority this year. And the second I think this thing is gonna go south and cause problems with the team…”
“I know.” I interrupt him. “Causing problems between you and your teammates is the last thing I want.”
“Then get to know me. I’m an open book. What do you want to know?”
I blink a couple of times, feeling put on the spot. “Favorite color?”
“Red. And blue. It depends on my mood.”
“Favorite food?”
“Ice cream.”
This is fun.
“Cats or dogs?”
“I’ve had a cat growing up, but I like the idea of having a dog, too. Maybe one of each.”
I smile. “Dream vacation?”
“Fiji.”
“You’re grilling. Burgers or hot dogs?”
He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Duh. Both.”
The entire time I’ve been firing questions at him, his eyes have stayed locked with mine.
