Oops! I'm Living With The Hockey Captain

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into my junior year at the University of Toronto, complete with cheap takeout, a reasonably

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se the elevator was "out of service until further notice." My fingers were raw, my oversized gray hoodie was damp with sweat,

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ll of old paint or cardboard boxes. It was the crisp, overwhelming scent

sual. And oh boy

hat looked like it had been chiseled out of marble, and nothing, absolutely nothing, but a dangerously low-slung white towel gripping his hips. Wate

ircuited. My heavy duffel bag slipped from my numb fing

f water flying onto the granite countertop. He had sharp, striking features, a jawline that could probabl

would have been a human ice s

, rough, and completely devoid of anything resembling

aring my eyes away from his absurdly defined eight-pack

ing as a five-foot-four girl in baggy sweatpants could look. "The n

arms over his chest, which, honestly, was a tactical error on his part because it on

with pure, concentrated mockery. "Try again, s

ut of my pocket, my fingers shaking slightly as I tapped open my emails. "Look, buddy, I don't know what kind of twis

demeanor shifted. The annoyance vanished, replaced by a cold,

ocatingly small. He invaded my space without e

f you're one of those puck bunnies from the arena who tracked down my address, or if this is some sick joke my de

? Arena? D

eyes darted past his broad shoulder, tak

the wall directly above it was a framed jersey, navy blue and white, with the word TORONTO stitch

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is face on banners, student flyers, and sports headlines. He was the star captain of the Toronto Varsity Blues hockey team. The campus

ng in his kitchen while he

"I have spent the last three hours hauling my entire life up four flights of stairs. I paid a two-month deposit for this pla

s breathed. He looked at me like I was a strange, irritating insect th

sked, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging

o you better go put some actual pants on, Captain, because

raction closer, enough for me to feel the heat radiat

against my ribs, partly from anger, and partly from the terrify

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