The Forbidden Puck: The Coach's Daughter is Off Limits

ee: I need

y's

he word coming out

ly so warm when they landed on m

end of the game." I took a step toward him, wanting

through the tension, deceptively mild. "Vis

ame, in that tone, felt like a deliber

telling us how she doesn't suppo

n Marvel's eyes. He thought I'd been

" I said to Marvel, emp

a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfr

. I see that. Let's go." He turned an

llins's smirk was gone, replaced by an unreadable, analytical

with a muttered, "Shower's getting cold," and l

**

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ter they left was louder than

he noise felt distant, muffled. All I could see was the back

shoulder, his grin fading. "You look l

my voice coming ou

n. My skin felt too tight. The image of her face, first soft w

than hi

e didn't know me. She'd decided who I was from the c

meaningless hum. I was only half-listening as we fil

victory chaos. I went through the motions: peeling off my sweat-soa

ching his arm for real this time, saying all the right, soothi

was exactly the kind of "distraction" Hartwell

ns!" A hand waved i

e, already in his street clothes, eyebrows

locker for five minutes, man.

ly turning to grab my

start moving. Union party

both teams were expected to show up at the same off-campus bar. It was supposed to f

it," I said, headi

fter me. "You're the captai

well had texted me, flashed in my mind. Psychology 305. Mon/Wed/Fri, 10 A

A star for the Eagles. He'd be at

ver. Playing the supportive girlfriend in a ro

What was she like in that setting? Was he

y thoughts: "She does not underst

be there. This wasn't

water off wit

Liam as I strode back to my