![]() His lips brush mine in a soft kiss before he gazes into my eyes, earnest, amazed. Then I’ve got six-feet and two-hundred-plus pounds of sexy hockey player pinning me in place. “This isn’t funny.” I attempt to shrug his hand off my arm.īut not only does he hold on tighter, he brings his other hand into play, planting both on my waist as he backs me into the wall. “Makes you jealous,” he finishes, and I feel like smacking that stupid grin off his face. “I just don’t appreciate all these girls hitting on you when I’m standing right fucking beside you. Then understanding dawns, and a slow smile stretches his mouth. “Seriously, John, what the hell? We can’t walk two feet without some girl coming up to you and fondling you and saying, ooooh, I had such a good time with you last year, you big stud, we should do that again, wink wink, nudge nudge.” “Have you slept with every girl at this school?” ![]() “Because…” I bite the inside of my cheek. ![]() “Grace.” His hand lands on my shoulder, tugging me around to face him. ![]()
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