Thatshedoesn’t matter when she’s my?—
Oh.
Christ.
She’s my fucking everything.
The realization has me freezing in place.
“Did you just destroy your relationship over a dumb favor for a teammate?”
Hearing the words out loud, I dig my thumb and forefinger into my eyes.
I wish the “favor” were the reason.
Instead, listening to her talk about nose jobs and her tits and being so sweet about Mom and hearing the hurt her parents’ dysfunctional relationship levied on her… I needed to kiss her.
And I used Alec’s bullshit demands to make it happen.
The worst part is that one kiss made me want another.
And another.
I didn’t want to stop.
I never want to stop.
An ache spears across the back of my neck, shooting over my skull. It could be the high-stick from the Connecticut forward in the second period but it’s not.
It’s because the reason I stalled on completing this trend is staring me square in the face.
Deep down, I knew.
I knew I’d want to kiss her until the end of time.
And I knew that Denny sees me as a best friend.
Nothing more.
She said the words out loud on invite-only night.
Staggering to my feet at how low I’ve sunk, I collect her things and dump them into her tote. I even pick up the discarded bottle of black nail polish so I can toss it in the trash.
Snagging the tote’s handle then grabbing my own crap, I head for the pity SUV my dad got me so I’d have to make the journey to him in the city rather than the other way around.
That, of course, is when it hits.
“I’m Denny’s ride!”
Cursing, I jump into my SUV after I’ve dumped our stuff in the trunk then pull out of the Pond’s parking lot like I don’t give a shit about losing my license for speeding.
I’m lucky there are no cops around, but there’s Denny—walking on the precarious shoulder that isn’t safe for pedestrians.
She ran from me.
I put her in danger.
But I’m about to enter a minefield because telling her she’s in an unsafe area to get her into my ride will jeopardize my balls.
