End Game (New York Stars Book 1) -
End Game: 2ND PERIOD – Chapter 9
DOES she know how easy it would be to tip my head forward and let our mouths collide?
The thought is the opposite of helpful.
I can already feel my dick starting to respond after years of being left out in the cold.
She smells like pansies.
She feels like heaven.
God, I want her.
I want her so fucking bad.
I raise my head, angling forward so that I can—
She rolls off me, tumbling onto the ice in a flurry of movements that are the opposite of graceful.
Fuck.
Why does my front feel colder than my back now?
God, I miss her.
And she’s never been so close yet so fucking far away from me either.
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