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I’d never thought about eyes glimmering in my fucking life. But she was my real life dream girl, and I was irrevocably lost. Her nose and cheeks were slightly red from the cold, and I had the urge to bundle her in a blanket, to make sure she was never uncomfortable in the least bit. All my protective urges were in overdrive when it came to her.
Monroe tried to smile at me, but there was so much worry in her gaze…so much uncertainty.
There was something else there, too.
Something I’d been searching for.
A transfixed, awestruck glow that told me I’d caught her.
She was so in love with me.
Relief laced through my chest.
"Lincoln, are you okay?!" she whispered, practically running to my side. She reached towards me and then hesitated, like she was afraid her touch would cause me pain.
“Touch me. You could never hurt me,” I growled, pulling her forward and ignoring the ache in my ribs as I slammed my lips against hers. Desperate for any connection with her I could get.
When I finally let her come up for air, I spat out a barrage of questions.
“Did he hurt you? What the fuck was my father saying to you?”
Her eyes widened, and then her forehead scrunched up in confusion. "Your father?” she questioned slowly. “I didn't know that was your father. I thought it was just some creep.” Monroe's face twisted in disgust, her nose wrinkling up like she'd caught a whiff of something gross. And then she shivered. “He kept asking if I was dating you and flirting with me.”
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, lifting my arms so the trainer could lift my jersey up. I winced as he started taping strategically around my ribs to give me support for when I got back out there. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
She shook her head, her eyes still holding a hint of disgust. "I'm fine," she said shortly. "It's just...your father. He’s kind of revolting."
"There’s no ‘kind of’ about it," I said, my voice low with anger. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. He’s fucking awful." Thinking of my father near her made me want to vomit. My insides twisted, a mixture of disgust and anger raging inside me. He was the worst kind of toxic, and something needed to be done about him before he ruined everything. The idea of him hurting her…
I would kill him.
Monroe's expression softened slightly at my words, and I felt a small sense of relief that she wasn't angry with me for subjecting her to that.
The trainer finished, and I took a deep breath before sliding off the table, cursing under my breath the entire time.
"Are you going back out there?" she asked with wide eyes. Worry carved across her pretty features.
I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Hockey players are far superior athletes than all the other pussy sports, Monroe. The only thing that keeps us out is falling off balconies.”
I could tell she didn’t get what I was talking about since I’d forgotten to tell her about Dalton. And my mouth had been far too busy since then to talk about anything but worshiping her fucking unreal body.
She shook her head, still looking worried. "You could get hurt worse. You should just sit out for the rest of the game."
I gathered her in my arms, trying to ignore the pain…and the way I immediately got hard at the sight of the tears pooling in those pretty green eyes. No one had ever cared enough about me to cry. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I promise.”
She bit her lip, but then reluctantly nodded. And fuck…she was so fucking sweet.
I was going to give this girl everything.
I held her close to me as we headed down the tunnel towards the ice.
“You…move,” I snapped at Jamie, a rookie, who was sitting out the game with a broken arm. He was in a prime seating location that would be perfect for Monroe. She could be seated right behind our bench, and I wouldn’t have to be freaking out all game, wondering how she was doing.
He opened his mouth to give me crap, but he must’ve seen the crazy in my gaze because he snapped it closed and jumped out of the seat. I gave him a head nod, immediately forgetting all about him as I sat Monroe down.
“Does everyone just do what you want?” she asked with a smirk. I smiled at her and leaned forward for a kiss. She flinched back, and I frowned.
“What?”
