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“You ended things with me, Mia,” I say. My head is spinning, though. I didn’t expect tears, but maybe I should have.
“You were about to get on a plane and leave for your season. Do you really think I imagined we’d last after that? With girls throwing themselves at you? With me busy all the time starting culinary school?”
I throw my hands up. “What did you want? Did you want me to quit hockey for you? Fuck that.”
She shakes her head. “I didn’t want you to quit anything. I was being realistic. It wasn’t going to work, and there was no point pretending. You weren’t going to quit hockey and I wasn’t going to give up my dreams. I didn’t want to be an anchor around your neck–some burden you’d end up resenting. An obligation.”
Her implication stings, but I don’t let it show. “But you went from me to trying long distance with this Marten asshole, right? Make sense of that for me, Mia.”
She’s breathing hard through her nose, eyes blazing. “I missed you.”
All I can do is laugh. “That’s rich. You break things off with me and then you date somebody else because you miss me? I thought I was the asshole, here.”
“Maybe we’re both assholes,” she says. One of the tears forming in her eyes falls. “I kept doubting my choice after you left. I thought dating someone else would distract me so I could stop tormenting myself. I regretted it, okay? I didn’t know what I should’ve done instead, but I regretted the way it ended.” More tears spill down her cheeks and she wipes at them, sniffing.
The sight of her tears dulls my anger almost instantly. I lift my thumb and wipe at her eye. She leans into my hand, letting me cup her face.
“Maybe we both screwed up,” she whispers.
“Then why stop screwing up now?” I ask.
Our eyes lock, and the unspoken spark of energy I feel between us is all the invitation I need. I grin, then pull the blindfold back down over her eyes.
Our lips collide in a rush of wild movement and heavy breaths. It’s frenetic and messy and absolutely fucking perfect.
Her hands are all over me. My body is pressing into hers. We stumble backwards and she bumps into the prep table, but I lift her up so her ass is on the steel and her thighs are spread for me. I press into her, letting her feel the hard shape of my arousal between her legs and loving the way she moans against my lips.
“I still hate you,” she breathes between kisses.
“Nobody’s perfect,” I counter. I stick my hand under her shirt and find her chest, squeezing as I let out a sigh of relief.
She grips my ass with one hand and starts trying to peel my shirt off with her other hand.
In a few seconds of chaos, we’ve managed to mostly strip our clothes away. She’s still wearing one shoe, though, and her pants and panties are dangling from her foot in a bunch that neither of us bother to finish pulling away.
I’m naked except for a few pieces of jewelry that feel cold against my bare skin, and my eyes are feasting on the sight of Mia.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe, burying my face in the crook of her neck and kissing up and down her body, hands roaming her skin greedily. “You don’t even know, do you?”
“You’re just trying to be nice because I said I hate you.”
I grin, then teasingly bring my teeth down on her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. “Hate sex is the best sex.”
“So you hate me, too?”
I lift my eyes as my hand slides up her inner thigh and meets warmth. I grin, teasing her with my thumb and drinking in the way her head tilts back. “What do you think, Mia?”
“I think you don’t know,” she says between heavy breaths.
“Maybe I don’t appreciate the way you enjoy stringing me along,” I suggest, fingers moving more quickly now.
“I think you like it.”
I chuckle, slipping two fingers inside her as my thumb continues to work. She arches her back and gasps. “Oh, God.”
She tries to reach for the blindfold, to look at me. I put my hand on her wrist, stopping her. “No peeking,” I warn.
She bites back a smile. “Asshole. You’re enjoying this too much.”
