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My words were way too nice, and I will not thank him for the one thing he did for me in my life—negotiating with court for me to be able to play hockey. He’s the one who owes me an explanation.
I’m so fucking angry, and that prick doesn’t deserve my anger. Instead, he deserves to see that the kid he didn’t want is more than a kid who went to juvie. He’s talented, successful, and has his shit together. But I’m not there yet. There’s more work to be done. I’m not going back until he can see with one hundred percent clarity that he fucked up, and I’m everything he would have wanted in a son.
As I pull into the driveway of my house, an older vehicle is pulling away from the curb. The last thing I need or want is company. I push the gear shift into park and grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
As I step onto the porch, the door is cracked open, and Harper is chattering a mile a minute. “I’m so glad she came. It was cute how she kept hinting around about Reed.”
I push the door open. “Who was here and why was she asking about me?”
Logan whistles for Roscoe, and he comes bouncing down the steps and jumps up beside Harper.
“Good boy,” he says to the curly doodle. “Brooke Dulce or should we say Sweet?”
Just the mention of her name sends my heart racing. “Was that Brooke who just left?”
Logan and Harper nod in unison, and I dart out the door. I need to talk to her and apologize for calling her a puck bunny. I don’t have many people in my life other than my roommates and teammates. I have no idea what I’ll say to her. For the past forty-eight hours, I spent trying to convince myself that she didn’t matter to me. Just another girl who was on the receiving end of an orgasm. But she was here and asked about me. That’s all the incentive I need to—well, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll figure that out when I see her. She’s still my coach’s daughter.
After speeding through the neighborhood and running a few stop signs, her car comes in sight.
I slow down, keeping a couple of car lengths between us. At least I hope it’s her.
Following her to the other side of campus, she turns into a complex that isn’t where she lives. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, thinking I’ve followed the wrong car. The red compact pulls in between two white lines, parking.
I do the same but from five spaces away. The girl walks up the sidewalk towards me. I get out and go behind her. It’s all very stalkerish, but I need to make sure it’s her before I unintentionally scare her. It’s her; the tight bun is a dead giveaway. The sound of a car alarm resonates through the air. She spins around, bumping into my chest. Yes, I got that close simply so I could feel her body against mine one more time.
Startled, she asks surprised in a husky, dick-erecting voice, “What are you doing here?”
“Me, what are you doing here?” I practically growl. I’m certain this complex is for married students. Anger flows up my core. Is she screwing a married man? Has she moved on? We’re not a couple, and my anger is irrational, but it is what it is.
Brooke’s eyes soften with what seems like concern. The insides of her brows trail up, and the corners of her eyes droop. I grab the keys from her and turn off the fucking car alarm.
“Are you good?” The volume is so low that I strain to hear her.
When I stare at her a little too long, wondering why the hell she’s asking me if I’m good, she attempts to escape by going around me. I take a step in her path.
She huffs and jerks her arm from me. “I thought we could at least be cordial.”
“Is that what you want, Cookie—to be cordial?”
My head drops so close to those heavenly lips that I’ve been unable to erase from my memory.
Those forbidden lips.
She hums. “I want you to be happy.”
Her words are like a blistering wind to my lungs—a force that causes me to drop my keys. After how I treated her, she wants me to be happy.
I’m speechless, which is different from choosing not to speak. I admit I’m temperamental and sometimes quiet, not wanting to have a conversation, but right now, there are no words I can string together.
My breathing quickens, and her lashes flicker with her sight still trained on me.
I grab her with my thumbs on her neck and my fingers under her hairline. While I decide how to make her mine, I sweep my nose over hers. It’s cold, redder than Rudolph’s nose, and adorable. The forecast is calling for snow, and the temperature has dropped.
Unable to wait another moment, I crash my mouth to hers, tasting peppermint lip balm. Our lips glide and slip in erratic movements as I try to gain some semblance of control. I can’t have sex with her on the sidewalk of an apartment building. But make no mistake, I plan on giving her everything I have.
She wants me to be happy.
I’m trying to go a hundred miles per hour, and she’s letting me control her tongue. It’s soft and rolls over mine, but I can’t get enough of her pretty, sweet-talking mouth. Drawing away, her eyes are shut, so I move my thumbs over her neck, up to her chin, then cup her jaw in my palms.
