The taste of her is still very much on my lips, and to me, that's staking my claim.
But I knew we weren’t forever, and I knew my heart would break into a million pieces if I tried to pursue more. Because why would she feel the same way about me?
It’s a cruel twist of fate—developing feelings for someone who seemed so far out of reach, yet so close. It’s laughable really, me agreeing to “fake” date her—one of the terms for that being not developing genuine feelings…yet here I am, developing feelings for her. And I wish I could reel them in, but it seems impossible when anytime I look at her my chest tightens and my heart jumps.
She’s consuming me.
She’s taking over my mind.
And I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
“She’s every piece of my girl.” I tell him as I wrap my arm around her waist and place a kiss to her head.
And there’s that strawberry scent again.
Kyle scoffs, walking closer. “You think just because you play hockey, that you’re some big hot shot?”
Absolutely not.
“Kyle, just leave.” Lilly sighs.
“Because you’re not,” he continues. “You play around with a stupid little black thing, swinging your club, and looking like an idiot on those skates.”
Okay, one, it’s called a puck. Two, it’s called a stick. And three, it’s actually a skill to know how to not only skate, but to multitask while doing so.
But do I voice those thoughts to him, or do I punch him again?
I of course punch him.
This time he’s expecting it, because he punches back. But I don’t feel any blows to me. I’m in a rage, and all my anger is solely for him. I could feel my knuckles cracking under the pressure, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was beating his stupid face until it was swollen and bruised.
I wanted to hurt him so badly, for not only trying to kiss Lilly, but foreverythinghe put her through. For hurting her. For cheating on her. For harassing her. For making her cry. For even breathing near her.
I wanted to hurt him until he was begging for mercy.
But then multiple arms pull me back, and my mind returns to the present.
Adrenaline courses through my veins. My hands are sore, but when I take a look at Kyle through the rage in my eyes, I can’t help but grin. His face is bloodied, his eye is closed shut, and his lip busted open.
I did that?
I’ddonethat?
Holy fuck.
And you know what, it was fucking worth it, and I amnotgoing to apologize.
“Greyson.” Lilly’s soft voice fills the air.
I turn to look at her, only to realize I can’t move because all the hands on me. I glance at Hunter and Chase, my eyes conveying with them to let me go, and they do. Shaking my body, I walk toward Lilly and smash my lips on hers.
She’s taken aback at first, but then she wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses me back, just as desperate as I’m kissing her.
Strawberries, that’s all I can smell and taste.
She’s fucking my brain up, making my heart pump twice as hard, and making me fucking lose control.
I want her, so fucking badly. Now and forever.
