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Trust me, I know. I still get angry when I remember that country club boy had Leia before I did. Shit fucks with my head.
I pat him on the shoulder and walk outside to get air. “Don’t mention it. Just...give her until the morning. She needs sleep.”
He gives me a nod as I walk outside. Away from the liveliness. I’mnotin a celebratory mood right now.
The summer air in Burbank is dry. I’m used to a bit of humidity, living on campus in Malibu, so it’s weird to have to drink water every hour to stay hydrated. Hunter’s backyard is worth it, though. The pool and the chairs make for a nice, relaxing night.
Definitely something I need as of late.
College is over for me. I’m a professional hockey player. The girl of my dreams is spending the summer in New York and might meet a northern boy.Fuck that.The thought is messing with my head. I can’t think about this much longer, or I’ll lose my mind. It’s not going to change anything; she’s gone in a few days.
“Jake Larson,” that voice I fell in love with says behind me. “What brings you to this occasion?”
I turn to see her walking toward me. Yeah, this isn’t going to work.
“Just hanging out. It’s the last party before we’re official hockey players, so...I decided why not.”
She nods her head understandingly. “I just want to thank you for...taking care of Taya. That was really nice of you,” she says nervously. God, I can’t do this.
“Of course. I’d do anything for you,” I say, still looking ahead. And I truly would.
“And yet you can barely look at me.”
Well hell, what did she want me to do?
“I can’t look at you, baby.”
“Why not? I thought you wanted this,” she says in a hurt tone. “We agreed that we could be friends. Why are you mad at me?” Mad at her? Boy, she is so wrong. Iwantto be mad at her.
“You think I’m mad at you? Really?”
“You haven’t talked to me or looked at me. Haven’t even told me I’m beautiful. And you won’t—”
I couldn’t let her go on.
I grab her—too aggressively, might I add—and now my lips are just inches away from hers.
But I don’t kiss her.
Ican’tkiss her.
That’s too easy. I just stare into her eyes, at her lips. She looks at me, shocked, as we breathe like we’re lacking it. She swallows and glances at my lips. Then she suddenly licks those sweet lips, making me weak.
You shouldn’t have done that, doll.
I let out a pained groan before I kiss her gently.
“I wasn’t going to do that...but I couldn’t resist,” I breathe out, my gaze still on her lips.
“But—”
“I can’t look at you, Allie. I wanted to think that if I pushed you away tonight, I’d be able to let you live. Let you see the world. But...here you go...dressing so beautiful and looking so angelic, I can’t eventhinkstraight. God, I’ve beeninsideyou, doll.” She writhes as I stress that. “I know what you feel like. I know every fucking crevice of your body; I can’t think straight when I’m around you. Shit, I can’t even say I’m falling for you, baby. It’s way more than that. I wish there were a stronger phrase. You’re gorgeous, radiant, stunning...you’reyou. And I can sit here and torture myself as long as you want me to...but all I can think about is waking up to your laugh, your smile, this tempting body I can feel but not touch.”
She stares at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know what to say—”
“Sometimes I fantasize about us being together forever.”
She gasps in response. Shit, I surprisemyself, realizing I said that. But it’s all the more true. “What...?”
