Oops! I'm Living With The Hockey Captain

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eep. Not a

my apartment. I kept seeing the way her wide, hazel eyes had darted down my chest befor

I couldn't afford. Especially not with the scouts from Boston and Chicago hov

gray sleeveless compression shirt and shorts, and cracked my neck. Time for m

pale blue moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I walk

foot hit som

d voice groaned

expensive leather sofa and was now tangled in a chaotic ball of her own oversized gray hoodie and a flimsy, thin blanket she

ely unlike the fiery girl who had cal

was brutal, and the draft from the old bri

hand, telling myself to walk out the door. Not my prob

my bed, the one with the official Toronto Varsity Blues crest, and walked back out. I knelt down, trying to ign

t under her breath, and immediately buried

The realization that she was wrapped in my smell made s

red to myself, standing up abr

skated harder, hit the plexiglass rougher, and pushed my body until

deal with the administrative nightmare. I had even left a note on the counter ea

y bag slung over my shoulder, an

caught in

wearing high-waisted jeans and a tight, cropped black turtleneck that

illpower, tracked her from her boots, up the tight denim of her jeans, and lingered

my teeth ground together

oice rougher and deeper than u

eplied, leaning against the counter and taking a slow, agonizingly

crossing the space between us until I was standing right on the other side of the island, terrifyingly close. I wanted

y eyes without a hint of fear. "Which, by the way, was surp

tilting my head to look down at her. "Don't get used to it, swe

poking out of her bag. Without thinking, my hand reached across the small distance. My thumb brushed against her chee

oftly, her br

her mouth, watching her lips part. The tension between us was suffocating. I wan

g my grip, I abruptly yanked my

kly to open the fridge just to hide the fact that my fingers wer

a quiet, knowing confidence that told me

e I could turn it, my phone, not my personal one, but the sleek, black bur

it, but the lock screen lit up with a

turned to

kitchen window just a few seconds ago, holding her

see how she looks when we're done with her. Six

me, laced with sudden confusion as she

red at the front door. On the other side of the wood, I hear