Oops! I'm Living With The Hockey Captain

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Morvane took to change, and every single secon

meter of hardwood floor meant surrendering the war. To keep my eyes from wandering back to

ne. It was an open-concept loft with exposed brick walls, industrial light fixture

us, currently holding a half-empty gallon of

footsteps echoed

ped the towel for a pair of gray sweatpants, which hung low on his hips, teasing the dark

king his sharp cheekbones and ic

ast me, ignoring my existence entirely, pu

oice flat and dangerous. "Get the

locking onto mine. He didn't blink. He just stared at me

Then find his assistant. I don't care if it's Sunday. There's a girl in my apartment. S

ranite counter. The sharp clack made me

ockey minion find a solution, or are you going to hav

ands flat on the surface, leaning forward until we were barely a foot

cedarwood and fresh ice, and it was doing

voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration tha

y own space. This 'housing glitch' is going to get fixed first thing tomorrow morning. Until the

, leaning in just as close

you're the campus god or the next NHL draft pick. To me, you're just a guy who desperately needs a lesson in basic manners.

across his lips, but it wasn't friendly. It was a pred

urmured, his gaze dropping to my lips for a

the athletic board backing my lease. I've lived he

puter reboots, get

torous, and incredibly aggressive growl. The sound echoe

he floor to open up and swallow me wh

one of his dark eyebrows raised. The tension in his jaw

arms over his chest. "Are you going to bite me next

driving a U-Haul through a snowstorm," I mut

it open, revealing rows of meal-prep containers, sports drinks, and eggs. He grabbed a p

thing I need is a dead girl on my floor

ap, then at him. "

our himself a glass of water. "But unfortunately, mu

my survival instinct won. I snatched the wrap, tore off the plastic

round the food, trying t

e leaned against the sink, slowly sipping his water, his intense blue eyes tracking ev

he was analyzing me, trying to figure out if I

gument as he set his empty glass down. "We go to the housing office toge

t tonight, since there's only one bed in that second room an

ray leather sofa in the living room. "Right there. And

red, walking over to my duffel ba

my door," Drake shot back, his voice

d on the doorknob. He turned his head slightly,

ice unexpectedly quiet, losing some of its h

e alone in the quiet, sprawling apartment. I collapse

was rude. He was com

o ward off the chill of the Toronto night, all I could think about w

ery, very long night. An