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I”ve been chatting to Coach Franklyn for a while now, when he finally blows the whistle on the end of the hockey team”s practice. With a keen eye, he follows their progress while talking to me about the upcoming season”s games. My article was appreciated, and I”m glad it was. The feedback was so good that I was asked to follow the team within the editorial team. I”m good at getting a seat in the stands at every game! But it”s the lesser of two evils, and I”m especially glad that my efforts and research have paid off! For someone who didn”t understand the sport two weeks ago...
When Liam approaches us, sweaty and above all terribly sexy, my heart misses a beat.
It”s the stereotypical student athlete, let”s face it. Maddie and Cassy were right when they warned me to beware of these specimens. But God, he”s handsome! It”s indecent. And I bet he”s all muscle under that jersey...
That said, on the rare occasions we crossed paths, he ignored me as if we”d never spoken. I could almost feel the ice coldness he excels at swirling around him. As if our conversation had never happened. And yet, I”m not crazy, he made a pass at me! But then, flirting must be like a second sport for him, just as easy as the first... Maybe his attitude was also just a front to get him featured in my article. Anyway, it’s not the first time I”ve been fooled by a guy.
You need to toughen up, Emily!
I decide without hesitation to avoid him and don”t even glance at him. It would be too much honor for the gentleman! It”s obvious that he”s just looking for good publicity on my back. And he”s probably the big asshole I”ve heard described several times. In any case, it”s no secret on campus that he doesn”t let any conquest pass him by as soon as it gets a little close to his nets. Well, I won”t be fooled!
It”s probably best to avoid unnecessary encounters whenever possible. I don”t want to be one of those girls who runs after him drooling, and I”m not interested in an arrogant guy like him either. Our collaboration will stop at the weekly articles I have to write about the ice hockey team.
Leaving the rink, I head straight for my room, which Cassy is redecorating once again. From the way I close the door before slumping onto our little sofa, she knows something”s wrong. Head bent; she watches me curiously.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” I reply, resigned.
“All right.”
She simply shrugs and goes back to decorating. After a while, she brings me a cup of tea. It”s exactly what I need, and I thank her with a small smile, suddenly a little embarrassed to have turned her down.
Without saying a word, she sits down next to me. Which is rather unusual for her. Not that she”s normally a chatterbox, but... yes... Cassy is a real chatterbox! It”s certainly fun and comforting, but sometimes, it”s also very tiring.
After a short silence, she finally speaks up, as if the quiet in our room is too much for her to bear.
“Whatever”s bothering you, it”ll pass. And you”re not alone.”
I simply nod and take a big sip from my cup. The taste is mild and goes very well with the honey.
I feel my tension release.
“I know what you need!” Cassy suddenly says, excitedly.
I look at her quizzically.
“A shopping spree! There”s this new vintage store opening this weekend. You and Maddie absolutely must come!”
While I can think of several things that would cheer me up, running around the stores isn”t one of them. But her excitement is almost contagious, and I have to admit that since I”ve been sharing her room, Cassy has been a pretty good friend. She”s always in a cheerful mood, and even though she talks a lot, she”s interesting.
But there”s an important hockey game this weekend and I have to write about it. That means I still have to see Liam Scott and watch him, for several hours. Handsome, fresh, athletic, hot, sexy... In short. Torture.
I inhale and exhale deeply.
On the other hand, the distraction offered by Cassy could do me good and take my mind off things, as well as getting me off campus. So far, I haven”t had a chance to go and see what”s out there outside my course buildings, and the university newspaper. Besides the skating rink, of course. So, the opportunity seems nice, and I end up accepting.
What could go wrong? Maybe I”ll even find a great outfit to complete my wardrobe, which Cassy finds too conservative for her taste.
My roommate can hardly contain her enthusiasm and kisses me on the cheek before leaping to her feet and leaping joyfully across the room.
“We”re finally going to be able to find you some decent clothes,” she gloats with a big smile.
“My clothes are fine! I don”t want to look like...”
I stop instantly when Cassy raises an eyebrow, waiting for the next part. I don’t want to offend her.
“Like what?”
“Vintage clothes don”t suit everyone,” I say.
“Oh, honey... There”s nothing wrong with your clothes, you know, it”s just that they don”t make you look your best.”
I grimace and concentrate on my mug of tea.
The next morning, I cautiously open my eyes to see what time it is. Clearly too early. But I”ve got a lot to do today, and I can”t ignore the minutes any longer, or I”ll end up being late.
Hoping that a shower might help me wake up for good, I drag myself to the bathroom, grumbling.
The warm water feels good on my shoulders and neck. I hadn”t realized how tense I was. My subconscious must be overwhelmed by all the new challenges ahead.
Maybe I should start the day with a bit of yoga... After all, it relaxes the body and the mind. But before I can imagine myself doing the figure of the dog sitting facing the rising sun, I”ve already decided it’s a bad idea. Might as well leave it to the really flexible. Me, I”d just pull a muscle.
When I leave the bathroom, Cassy is already drinking her coffee. Without a word - she seems to be respecting my need for morning silence more and more - she passes me a freshly brewed one.
“Are you feeling better this morning?” she asks, peering over the rim of her cup.
I take a deep sip before answering.
“Now that caffeine is coursing through my veins, yes.”
We both laugh.
“Would you like to come to the gym with me this morning?” asks Cassy.
I look at her doubtfully.
Well, a little jog never killed anyone, right?
“Why not, yes!”
“Namaste!” she says simply, handing me her cup of coffee to toast with.
My mouth opens and closes. It seems she wasn”t suggesting I just go for a run.
Rha shit... What am I getting myself into...
We finish our coffee and get ready.
Cassy sports all the accessories of a true yogi, while I... well, I throw on the best I have on hand to prevent my pants from tearing at the butt: black leggings and a loose-fitting tee.
The yoga studio on campus is still fairly empty in the early morning. The first class with yoga teacher Lara starts at 7:30. It”s supposed to help participants start the day positive and full of energy. But it seems that Cassy and I are the only yogis today, fresh and ready enough to open our chakras.
Lara enters the room with a warm smile and greets us with a friendly “Namaste”.
We begin the class with breathing exercises, with soft, relaxing music playing in the background. I can”t help but think of Maddie and how silly she would find this, which completes the stretching of a silly smile on my face.
We do a few fairly accessible yoga poses - fortunately - and finish with more breathing exercises.
At the end of the class, I watch Cassy out of the corner of my eye, who seems to be in a deep trance. She”s sitting gracefully in a lotus position with her eyes closed. At the sound of the gong, she slowly opens them and looks at me in amazement.
“What?” she asks, clearing her throat.
I start laughing.
“I”ve never seen you so calm and relaxed!”
“Oh, I”m quite multifaceted,” she replies with a shrug.
I conceal a smile, and once the mats have been put away, we thank Lara before leaving the studio.
“Coffee! And preferably intravenous,” I moan.
I”m much more flexible than when I woke up, but I still don”t feel perfectly awake. It has to be said that such a quiet time before starting the day, personally, makes me feel rather sleepy.
Cassy just laughs and puts her arm around my shoulders.
“We should probably reward ourselves with a waffle too!” she says.
“The best idea of the day!”
We go to the campus bar and place our order.
Behind the counter, the handsome barista on duty calls out to me.
“You”re Emily, right?”
“Yes...” I answer, surprised that this guy knows my first name.
“My name”s Chase! I play on the hockey team with Liam Scott,” he explains as he prepares our order.
“Nice to meet you, Chase,” I exclaim. “And this is my roommate Cassy,” I say as Cassy digs her elbow into my ribs and clears her throat.
“Hi,” she says confidently.
Am I dreaming or is she batting her eyelashes?
“Will that be all?” asks Chase.
He hands us our cappuccinos and seems captivated by Cassy.
“We”ll have two waffles with that, please,” I say, breaking eye contact between the two of them.
“Coming right up,” says Chase, getting down to work.
So, he plays on the same team as the arrogant team captain... I should have known. But with their helmets on, it”s hard to recognize them off the ice.
Chase hands us the still-warm pastries and we pay.
“Thanks again for your article, Emily. The whole team liked it. Especially Liam, to tell the truth.”
I can feel the red slowly creeping up my cheeks.
What the hell! So, I”m incapable of behaving myself when people talk to me about this guy. What do I care if he liked my article? I didn”t write it for him!
“You”re welcome. It”s my job,” I assert to calm my hormones and appear detached.
With drinks and waffles in hand, we head back to our room. On the way, Cassy can”t stop raving about Chase. She describes every tiny detail of his face as if it were a poem. I just laugh at her remarks.
Once we”ve had breakfast, I change quickly. Today, I want to go to the library to study. In a quiet, studious atmosphere, I”ll certainly be able to concentrate better than at the café, or even here, away from the chatter of my lovely roommate. I”ve got lessons to study, and I still need to work on my hockey knowledge.
The path leading to the library is lined with trees and little benches in the sun. It almost makes you want to stop there, but I give in to temptation, telling myself I”d be more comfortable sitting at a table. I”d also be able to fall asleep and wake up three hours later...
Once in the building in question, I find a secluded table and get down to work. Media law is not my strong point, but it”s a really important subject for understanding the legal and ethical aspects of my future profession.
Fortunately, the library is rather empty. I don”t like working when there’s too many people around. I always feel uncomfortable. Here, I can concentrate to my heart”s content and pile up all the documentation I want in front of me. Because, yes, when it comes to research, I”m rather old school, and I like togo straight to the books for information, rather than the Internet.
After an hour of intense concentration, as I stifle a yawn, my gaze is drawn to the opening and closing of the automatic door. My heartbeat quickens instantly as Liam Scott enters.
What the hell is he doing here?
Our eyes meet briefly before I turn away to dive back into my book, silently hoping that he”ll ignore me, as he has so far. Even as his heavy footsteps approach, I keep my eyes downcast.
To my surprise, a shadow looms over me and I deduce that he has stopped right in front of my table.
“Emily,” he murmurs.
The sound of my first name coming out of his mouth feels like a caress on my skin. And I hate that feeling!
I clear my throat and finally look up at him. His blue gaze is intense, and I can see he”s searching for his words to tell me something, but he doesn”t seem to know where to start.
“Hi,” I reply simply, trying to keep my voice even, even though my heart is racing.
Why does my body react to him in such an extreme way?
“Um... I”m sorry,” he says, rubbing his face.
His words trouble me, but I look at him unimpressed.
“Sorry for what?”
A strange silence suddenly settles between us. I can feel my throat going dry and my hands are starting to sweat.
“For ignoring you,” he finally says.
My jaw nearly drops, but I recover quickly.
“Ha... I hadn”t noticed,” I say as casually as possible, but my voice probably gives me away.
He gives me a puzzled look and turns on his heels without adding anything, leaving me like an idiot to watch his back as he walks away. When his footsteps are far enough away, I drop my head on the table.
What the hell was that?
I try to concentrate again, but it”s impossible now. Frustrated, I gather my things and set off for my room.
Liam Scott has apologized! Because he wants another sensational article? Because the coach gave him a talking-to? Because he feels stupid given that I praised him in what I wrote? Because...
Rha... This sucks! This guy sucks!
The scene in the library keeps replaying in my mind. No one has ever had such an effect on me. Until now, I”d hoped it was just wounded pride because he was ignoring me. But now I find it hard to deny. My whole body seems to be reacting to Liam.
Crap.
I can”t let him destabilize me like that. I”ve worked hard to get here and now I have to concentrate fully on my studies. Losing my mind over a guy doesn”t really help. Not to mention that he”s already been with half of the university.
The ringing of my phone pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Hey Maddie!” I say, taking the call and trying to sound ‘normal’.
“Hi, beautiful! How are you? Am I interfering with your studies?” she asks mysteriously.
“Everything”s fine! And no, I”m going back to the bedroom now.”
“Oh, good, I”m outside your door!”
As I make my way back to my building and up to my floor, I catch a glimpse of her. She waves and we hang up. Then she greets me with a big kiss on the cheek.
“It”s time to introduce you to New York nightlife. We”re going out tonight! And I forbid you to say no!” she declares, pushing me towards the front door of my room.
“But... but Maddie... I... No! I really must...” I stammer.
“Shush! Tonight, there are no rules: we”re going to have the time of our lives!”
Oh, my God! She sounds so serious when she says that that I start to panic. Where the hell is she going to drag me? No rules? Sounds like a debauched hangout to me!
“You”re far too conscientious, my dear! Let someone who”s been here a while tell you that. You always have to leave time for a little fun. Otherwise, you”ll soon go crazy, you know!”
I look at her, a little unsettled.
“Just relax, Emily! I”m not taking you to some punk cave. It”s just a buddy of mine, Tyler, who”s throwing a party. A few guys and a lot of fun... Don”t worry,” explains my best friend, making her eyebrows dance in a knowing way.
With squinted eyes, I watch her. She”s sold me this kind of party several times in the past, and it”s never ended well.
I take a deep breath.
On the other hand, I need to distract myself after this strange encounter with Liam.
“Yeah...” I finally let go, which Maddie takes as a yes.
She bounces with joy.
From now on, there”s no turning back. If Maddie”s got it in her head that we”re going out, we”re going out. After all, she”s waited a whole year for me to finally show up. So, I let myself be convinced for good.
By the end of the day, I”m all set. Cassy is also on board, which reassures me a little. Only a little, because she”s gesticulating all over the place like this is the event of the century.
When I look in the mirror, I”m a little apprehensive. It has to be said that, in the tight-fitting - and very short - dress that Cassy and Maddie have imposed on me, I feel a little disguised. But after all, I live in New York, in the city that never sleeps and, incidentally, is very stylish! It”s a new life, in which I can also reinvent myself.
We set off arm-in-arm to the waiting Uber. This takes us to an off-campus fraternity house where the famous Tyler lives. Him and his ‘brothers’, it seems. Because the car stops in front of a fairly large, modern house, teeming with people. Wide-eyed, I look around.
Damn, I”m about to go to my first student party!
Excited, I leave the car and follow my friends to the entrance, where small groups have already gathered. Maddie greets them as if she knows them all and beckons me to come closer.
“Attention, everyone! This is...” - she points at me with a sweeping gesture – “my best friend, Emily. She”s new to the university and deserves a particularly warm welcome tonight!”
Well, obviously, she knows them all. Wow! In just one year, Maddie seems to have met quite a few people. She”s simply amazing, and much more sociable than I am.
I awkwardly raise my hand in greeting before we rush into the house. As soon as we reach the front door, the music starts to play, and I already know it”s going to be an exciting night.
It”s very crowded and we”re having trouble finding our way around. The house is classy and unadorned, but at the moment it looks more like a giant bar. Several sofas are overflowing with people chatting, kissing or... outright groping each other.
I”d heard that university parties were very lively but experiencing them live is something else entirely.
I let my gaze wander around the room and...
It can”t be! Liam... This guy is everywhere!
My heart misses a beat and I turn instinctively, hoping he hasn”t seen me. I tug nervously at my dress to try and hide my thighs, which I suddenly find too exposed.
Maddie hands me a Coke in front of my nose and I take an eager sip.
“You look like you”ve seen a ghost,” she says, looking at me with concern.
“Just this stupid hockey player. But everything”s fine,” I reply.
This seems to satisfy her. After all, she has no idea about the very strange encounter between Liam and me. I haven”t had time to explain it to her. She would have been able to push me towards him to try and clear things up.
As Cassy stands in front of me, soda in hand, we toast and Maddie leads us both onto the dance floor. Unconsciously, I look around for Liam, but I don”t see him. Not that I don”t feel like having fun tonight, but it makes me uncomfortable to know that he might be watching me from a corner of the room. I don”t feel like exposing myself to this guy. I try to forget my ghostly vision and relax.
After a few songs, we get thirsty and head for the kitchen, where plenty of refreshments are on offer. Before we”ve had time to help ourselves, three young men approach us and hand us bottles of beer.
“Shake a leg with us girls, there”s plenty to party about!” shouts one of them to drown out the sound of the music.
Maddie is the first to react. She accepts the bottles gratefully, observes them for a fraction of a second, and, satisfied with her inspection, finally uncaps them with a sure hand.
Rule number 1, my best friend told me, is to never accept open bottles or glasses from strangers. Yeah, you never know what they”ve put in them!
“What are we celebrating?” she asks.
The guys look us up and down before one of them answers.
“Your beauty!”
What a cliché!
We just laugh, almost out of politeness, and toast. Maddie winks at me, discreetly pointing at the blond in front of me. She accompanies her maneuver with a nudge of her elbow. I roll my eyes and shake my head almost imperceptibly. She laughs out loud and raises her hands in apology.
After a little chat with our three flirts, which is far from interesting, Maddie drags us back onto the dance floor and, as always, she doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. At least it gets us out of this kitchen!
Suddenly, I feel a hand on the small of my back. My whole body stiffens as someone whispers in my ear how much they”d like to help me take off my dress.
No, I”m dreaming! Feeling his breath on the back of my neck sends a chill down my spine and I try to free myself from his grip. Cassy observes the scene before slipping in between me and the obviously drunk man.
“You”re wasting your time. She”s mine,” she says, hugging me.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
But the drunk doesn”t seem to want to leave his place. He soon reaches around Maddie to grab me by the arm and pull me close. Just then, Liam reappears in my field of vision. His eyes narrow when he sees me and his gaze settles on the guy”s hand gripping my arm, rather forcefully. I must have the face of a girl who doesn”t consent, because soon he approaches us and pulls the intruder by his shirt.
“Back off, Josh. They”re with me.”
“Oh, sorry, man! I thought that...”
“Stop thinking and go look somewhere else,” he growls through gritted teeth.
The so-called Josh scratches his cheek contritely and scurries off. Liam then looks me up and down, and his face closes.
“No wonder people are sniffing around you in that outfit. That said, it suits you.”
I open my mouth to say something back, but he”s already walking away.
But what nerve!
Well, I should thank him too. He pulled me out of that other jerk”s hands, but he”s still a jerk too.
“What happened?” asks Cassy, who hasn”t really grasped the situation.
Maddie shrugs in response, and I shake my head in turn.
“Nothing...”
My eyes search for Liam, but I don”t see him.
“Is everything okay?” my roommate asks again.
“It”s just that... This guy here was a bit too insistent, and Liam Scott just had him removed.”
“Some of them have a knack for not knowing what the word ‘no’ means, or even seeming to understand when you don”t want to be approached.”
She sighs and raises her eyes to the sky.
“Let”s get something to drink,” says Maddie.
As I turn to leave the dance floor, I spot Liam with a pretty blonde. She”s standing next to him, staring at him like she”s about to devour him.
But... it”s Lara, the yoga teacher! All that meditation, all that self-control, just to fall into the arms of the hockey team captain, renowned for being a real player? What a disappointment!
An unpleasant twinge runs through my stomach, but I ignore it. This is probably the first time I”ve seen him in his natural habitat. A hunter with his prey. And I find it rather unpleasant.
After another drink, Cassy and I dance some more, while Maddie has fun with a new conquest. My best friend really knows how to meet people!
After a while, as my gaze keeps wandering to Liam and Lara - which annoys me - I start to yawn. I”m not used to staying out this long. Tired, I tap my best friend on the shoulder and tell her I want to leave.
“You can go, I”m in good hands!” she retorts, embracing her dance partner.
I can”t help but smile. Maddie always knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Cassy nods at me and together we make our way out. We put on our jackets and order an Uber. As I take one last look around, I just have time to see Liam and the yoga teacher disappear down the stairs, arm in arm.
I shake my head.
I groan and yawn when Cassy puts a cup of coffee under my nose the next morning.
“Hello, sunshine!” she exclaims a little too loudly for my taste.
She”s far too cheerful for this early morning. I accept the cup and reach for my cell phone.
“It”s 11 o”clock, if you must know,” says Cassy. “And that”s the perfect time to head to the new vintage store!”
I put my coffee down on my bedside table and let myself fall back on my cushion.
“Give me half an hour”s respite,” I beg, stretching for a long time.
Then there is a knock on the bedroom door.
“Hello, Maddie!” sings Cassy again, and Maddie jumps into bed with me.
She”s wearing the same clothes as last night, smelling of smoke and alcohol. Clearly, she hasn”t gone home yet.
“Maddie,” I squeak out.
She laughs heartily and tickles me until I sit up for good.
“You”ve slept far too long,” she says sternly, tossing me a pillow.
“I agree with her!” I hear Cassy exclaim from our little kitchen.
“You”re really mean.”
I trot to the bathroom, grumbling.
“And you”re not a morning person,”” shouts Maddie behind me before more pillows fly against the door.
When I come out of the bathroom, they”re sitting at the table and Maddie is recounting her crazy night, in far too much detail.
When they see me, they both exclaim:
“At last!”
“You really need new clothes,” Cassy repeats to herself for what seems like the hundredth time.
I look in the mirror and sigh, resigned.
“Well, let’s go...”
Cassy is excited and already clapping her hands. I really have to break her of this habit.
The idea of going to just one store soon turns into a frantic shopping spree. Just in time for me to go to the hockey game, even though I”m exhausted and just want to go to bed!
I throw my bags on the bed and am about to leave when Cassy stops me.
“You”ve got great clothes now; don”t you want to dress up a bit?”
She waves her eyebrows defiantly.
It”s true that I like the outfits she helped me choose today, and I feel pretty good in them. But I don”t want to be late either. I look at the bags, then at my watch, and decide to change quickly. Skinny jeans, boots and a low-cut sweater are enough to satisfy my roommate and make me look presentable, according to her.
The rink is really packed for this game. Coach Franklyn stands as always on the bench, an expert eye on his players. I join him and settle down with some notes. He greets me with a nod, while the teams are already assembled on the ice.
I meet Liam”s gaze and he dares to wink at me. I ignore my racing heartbeat and quickly look down at my notebook. He”d better concentrate on his opponents!
At the first whistle, the players rush onto the ice. I have to admit that the captain is once again in top shape - his technique is impeccable. He controls the puck with his stick and deftly dribbles past the defenders. His teammates position themselves in support, ready to take over, if need be, but Liam only has eyes for the opposing goal. With a swift movement on his skates, he skates around the goalkeeper and the puck flies into the net.
Shouts are flying all around us. The stadium is in an uproar, but I try to keep an eye on the team. For them, there”s no pause, and they barely celebrate the point they”ve scored before continuing to slide up and down the rink. However, I notice that Liam”s face is lit up and his eyes shine with contentment. He really is an outstanding player. Even I, as a beginner, can”t help but recognize that. It wouldn”t be surprising if sports agents were scrambling to recruit him and try to pick him up at the next draft1 .
After the final whistle, our university”s victory is overwhelming. The players are euphoric, banging their sticks together. The coach also seems to be jubilant, along with the crowd, who are shouting their joy. After a while, Liam approaches me and gives me a warm smile. I hate feeling my whole body tingle just because he smiles at me. But I need another interview for my new article, so I put aside my confusion to get up and meet him.
“Nice game,” I say casually. “Can I ask you a few more questions for the paper?”
“Of course! That”s what we agreed on anyway.”
Well, if we”ve agreed then...
I pout a little, and he heads for the door that allows players to exit the rink. Comfortable on his skates, he trots over to my bench and sits down. I try to keep a reasonable distance from him, but I”m close enough to see drops of sweat beading from his hair as he removes his helmet.
This guy is really hot.
I have to focus!
As I ask my questions and write down his answers, he keeps staring at me. Uncomfortable to feel his blue eyes on me, I waddle in my seat. From time to time, I look up and meet his gaze. I curse myself for blushing so easily! His slightly curved nose, his full lips... everything is a call to lust. I realize this, and it pisses me off. I do my best to focus on his athletic performance, but despite myself, I retain every detail of his face. His few freckles, an uneven scar on his chin, the brown curls that fall over his face. His muscular physique fits in well with it all.
Emily! Be professional!
Suddenly, I realize I haven”t really been listening to what he”s just said, and I clear my throat. Does he know the effect he”s having on women? The effect he has on me? I quickly look away and pretend to look at my notes.
“Maybe we should continue this conversation over a drink,” he suggests. “It”s not that I don”t enjoy it, far from it, but I really need to shower.”
All at once, I come to. Although I”m finding it harder and harder to resist his charm, I let out a tense smile.
“Thanks, but I”ve got everything I need!” I reply defensively.
He just smiles and shrugs.
We stand up at the same time, and I almost trip over him. He holds me by the arm before I crash into him. His grip is firm and his smell is absolutely delicious, even though he”s just sweated for hours. A mixture of cedar wood and spices.
I”m completely delirious! I”ve got to get out of here.
“Ahem, sorry...”
“It”s nothing.”
He releases me and I stand up, trying to gather my dignity.
“Well, see you next time,” he blows a little too close to my ear, and I get goose bumps.
We look into each other”s eyes briefly, his face so close to mine that my knees buckle.
Now I absolutely can”t deny it: I”m very attracted to him.
Fuck it.
I don”t want to be a name on his ‘fuck list’. And from what I saw at the previous party, Liam likes to flirt, and score goals.
1 Every year, NHL teams select eligible players in the entry draft.