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It takes an inhuman effort to pull my gaze away from Lottie as I open the limo door for her.
She slides into the backseat with a shy smile still etched on her lips. I close the door, quickly run to the other side, and get in, the driver taking off in the direction of the Boston Winter Ball once we’re both safely tucked inside.
“Are you nervous for tonight?” she asks.
“No, why? Do I look nervous?” I choke out, my leg unable to stop bouncing up and down.
“A little.” She laughs softly, placing her hand over my knee to stop its stubborn restlessness. “But you don’t have to be. You’ll do fine. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
I swallow dryly, turning towards her and losing myself in the gray swirls in her eyes.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Inside and out.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me the other day. Especially about what your friend, Erin, said, and I think she might be on to something,” she muses, completely oblivious to the fact that her hand has just risen slightly off my knee and onto my thigh.
“Oh?” I swallow dryly, not daring to move an inch.
“I didn’t tell you this before because I didn’t want to stress you out more than you already have been, but the day I went to watch your first game of the season in the executive box with Piper, I also heard the rumor about the current owner wanting to sell the club. And if I were to venture a guess, I think I know who is on the top of the list of buyers.”
All I can do is nod because, in all honesty, I’m having a really hard time paying attention to anything she’s saying to me right now with her hand so close to my crotch.
“But don’t worry. I’ll be right with you when we meet him. You’ll do fine.”
“Hmm.”
“Nate, are you okay? You’re awfully quiet. Even for you,” she asks in concern, giving my thigh a light squeeze.
Fuck me.
“I’m fine. Just need this night to be over,” I blurt out with a bite.
When she flinches and pulls her hand away from me, I realize I’ve said the wrong thing.
Here she is, genuinely trying to help me, thinking of ways for this night to be successful, while all I can think about is how the hell am I going to survive tonight without kissing her?
It’s been getting harder and harder to keep from leaning in and just crashing my lips on hers.
Right off the bat, I knew that tonight would be grueling for me, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make to help my chances of staying on a team I love with all my heart.
But adding Lottie to the mix…
With that dress…
Unable to touch or kiss her…
The night has just become my very own personal hell.
We ride the rest of the way to the event in silence, and when the limo stops at the red carpet, I quickly leap out of the car, eager to catch some fresh air. I ignore the cameras flashing away as I walk over to her door and open it, giving Lottie my hand so she can pull herself out of the backseat.
Her delicate hand looks so small, engulfed in mine.
So fucking precious.
How can something so delicate burn me with just one touch?
I school my features and bury those thoughts deep inside me as I hook her arm around mine, the flesh-colored dress under the cameras’ lights making her even more translucent.
