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I can’t get her out of my mind, and I’m really not sure I want to.
All I know is that I’m desperate to see her, and waiting until our sham of a dinner date tomorrow—no, tonight—isnotan option. It doesn’t matter that I’m dead on my feet, or that it’s one thirty in the morning.
I’m consumed with her, and there’s nothing I can do about it. She’s in my thoughts, my dreams, and she’s the only thing I can think of when I’m stroking my dick—which is why I’m pulling into the parking garage under her apartment building instead of going home to the team apartments.
I don’t stop until I’m in front of her door, and despite my earlier confidence, I hesitate.
What if she’s sleeping? What if I wake Mason? What the fuck am I going to say to her if she even does answer the door?
Bloody hell, I’m a mess.
I need to go home before someone finds me lurking in the hallway and calls the police.
But I can’t make myself go. Not yet.
I shuffle forward, and with a sigh, lean against the wall beside her door, resting my forehead against the drywall and closing my eyes. I can almost feel her on the other side.
Her warm presence is like a ray of sunshine and happiness that cuts right through the darkness shrouding my soul.
Hockey and fucking used to be the only things that let me know I was alive.
Not anymore. Not since I really saw Avery.
She makes me feel things, so many things, and I’m not sure what to do about it. I just know I want to hold onto it as long as I can.
She’s the definition of good, and it’s been a long time since I truly had anything good in my life. She almost makes me believe I could exist in a world where my past doesn’t define me and I could just live without the constant worry. The constant feeling that everyone who gets close to me would disappear.
Like love doesn’t just destroy.
I run my hand down the doorframe, ready to walk away when the door opens.
Avery stands on the other side of the doorway, still wearing my jersey, and a pair of leggings. Her long hair is swept up in a ponytail, and her hazel eyes are wide and fixed on me.
She looks beautiful.
Mine.
The tether between us gets tighter, drawing us together, and we each take a step forward.
I reach out, running a hand down her arm, and she gasps as my flesh touches hers. Need barrels through me, and I want nothing more than to have this woman underneath me, moaning, chanting my name, coming around my cock as I drive into her over and over again. I need her naked. I need her mouth. Her hands on me.
Her.
Before I can pull her against me or push her back into her apartment—not sure what I want more—she grabs the front of my white dress shirt and pulls me into her apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.
Wait—she was dressed this late at night, and obviously trying to sneak out of her place.
Bollocks.
I know we agreed not to see other people, but maybe she met someone. Maybe this whole thing is too much for her. She might be going somewhere. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t—
“Hey there.” Avery glances down at the small turquoise area rug before meeting my eyes. “I figured you’d be back home by now.”
“I started to go home.”
“And then?” she whispers, hitting me with the full force of her hazel eyes. In the dim light of her apartment, they look like a mossy green.
They’re beautiful. Entrancing.
