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We stared at each other, nothing and no one between us.

“I know,” I whispered, wanting to say the words trapped in my chest. Not yet. But soon. “It’s amazing.”

“Best feeling ever.”

“Better than playing pro?” I teased him, trying to lighten the mood.

“There’s no comparison.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand.

In that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone. Damien was falling for me too.

CHAPTER 29

SILAS

At midnight, we took a dip in the lake and ran back to the house to warm up. We messed up Damien’s sheets again, frotting until we were both too fucked out to move, and then we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

I woke up early on Sunday, listening to Damien’s soft snores. Even in that, he was freaking adorable. I kissed his temple and slowly extricated myself from the possessive grip he had on me, padding out to the kitchen to fix breakfast.

It was tough dragging myself away from Damien’s bed. I’d never had that issue before, and yeah, it was a problem. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to sleep alone tonight. I stared at my reflection in the window over the sink, wondering who the hell was looking back at me. I looked… happy. The way I did before illness and death changed my family forever. Part of me wanted to grab my stuff and hit the road, forget last night ever happened, forget anything with Damien happened. He was right; it was safer that way. But the bigger part of me knew that I was home. I’d found something with him that was worth the risks we were taking, something worth fighting for. Ruthless was an attitude when it came to hockey and my family, but now it was about Damien too.

A half hour later, Damien stalked into the kitchen wearing jeans and nothing else, with sleep rumpled hair and marks all over his skin. My marks. God, he was so fucking sexy I couldn’t breathe.

He bypassed coffee, and the omelets I’d cooked, in favor of reaching for me and kissing me senseless.

“Next time, wake me,” he demanded.

“You obviously needed the rest.”

“I’d trade sleep for time with you any fucking day.”

Instead of offering him coffee, or breakfast, I got down on my knees and showed Damien the better way to wake up. Yep, I sucked all the tension out of his body through his cock.

His legs nearly gave out after the blowjob, so I had to help him get seated, which got me a warning look. Retaliation was coming and I couldn’t wait.

I smiled and kissed him harder.

“Why don’t you come with me this aft?” I asked him as we finally sat down to eat.

I didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want me to go, but I had to pick up Jo and I was anxious to visit my dad.

“And there goes our attempt at being discreet,” he countered.

“It’s my family. Who’re they gonna tell?”

Damien crossed his arms and gave me his coach’s glare. “And you think your dad will approve of us?”

I winced. Dad would be shocked for sure that I was sleeping with my coach. Probably angry. Upset. He didn’t need that kind of stress. Shit, this was complicated. On so many levels.

“Okay, maybe he’ll be concerned,” I continued.

“Silas.”

“But he knows me, and he trusts my judgement. For fuck’s sake, I’ve been Jo’s guardian for two years. I’m not one to jump and look later. I know what I’m doing.”

Damien nudged my shoulder with his.

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