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I close my eyes to see if maybe I can get a few hours of sleep so that I don’t do anything stupid with Sophia when something lands on my chest.
Opening my eyes, I see Sophia’s hand on my chest. I turn to look over at her and I see that her eyes are on me and another smile is on her lips.
“I know I told you this earlier, but I’m really proud of you. Not only did you make it to the NHL, but you also now have a cup win under your name. Those are great accomplishments.”
Her fingers start to caress my bare skin and since I’m not able to take it, I place my hand over hers to stop her movements but to also keep her hand on me.
“Before I saw you and my mom on the ice, I saw my dad. I don’t know how he got a pass, because I didn’t give him one, but he got one and when I saw him he said four little words. ‘You did good kid.’ That’s it. He didn’t tell me he was proud or that he loved me or that he was happy to see that I was achieving my dream. He said, ‘you did good kid’. If it was any other time I would have taken those words and would had told him that it meant a lot to me that he was there. But this was the cup finals, Soph. His four little words didn’t mean shit, especially not when I needed to hear them when I was growing up. So I just gave him a pat on the back, a smile and I skated away. The fact that you are telling me that you’re proud of me, it means the fucking world, Sophie and I can’t thank you enough for giving them to me.”
“Always and always,” she says, repeating the words she gave me when we were ten years old.
Words that have been true even after all of these years.
Feeling the need to see her face to face, I turn my body to face hers, all the while I keep her hand on my chest.
Back at the arena, when I saw her on the ice, I got the urge to kiss. I wanted to mark her as mine right there and then, but I held back. Now as the night has dwindled and morning starts to rise, the urge is still there but now it’s at an all-time high.
Fuck it.
“Don’t hate me, Soph,” I say, holding her hand tighter to my chest.
“Why would I hate you?” she asks, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity.
I don’t respond. I just drop her hand, and place mine on her face and lean forward, kissing her.
For the first time in four years, I am kissing my best friend and there is not a single regret rolling through my body.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The second thathis lips meet mine, it’s like I’m transported into a world where I get to have his mouth on me all the time. A place where I don’t have to hold in my feelings for this man. A place where I can openly tell him that I love him and kiss him whenever I want. A place that I never want to walk away from.
I savor every single second of this kiss with Blake and when his tongue glides along my bottom lip, I open up so that I can get even more of him.
This takes me back to the first kiss that we shared, but we’re older now, more experienced, which makes the kiss a hundred times better.
I never want this moment to end, but it does when I remember that Blake’s nose is broken and there is a slight chance that he’s not breathing. Not only that, one wrong move and I could hurt him even more.
“I’m sorry,” I say, pulling back from him.
“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one that started kissing you remember?” The hand that is currently cupping my cheek, slowly starts to move up and down my face in soft caresses.
I could get lost in his touch and how his eyes are looking at me right now.
“I know, but I don’t want to hurt your nose any more than what it already is,” I say, raising my hand up to his face and slowly gliding my fingertips along the bruised skin.
“It’s okay, I have a nurse that can take care of me.” He throws a smirk in my direction and then leans in again to give me another kiss.
Another kiss shouldn’t be happening, we should both stop what we are doing and talk about what is happening between us. Actually, there isn’t a should about it, we need to talk about this.
But I can’t seem to pull myself away.
I’m getting lost in this man’s kiss again and I can’t seem to find it in me to make it stop. So I kiss him back. I kiss him with everything that I got, until our bodies shift and I end up straddling his body and him under me.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper when he pulls his mouth away from mine just to move it down my neck. His hands also move down my body like they are learning every single one of my curves.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he whispers as he peppers kisses from one ear to the other.
“We should stop then,” I say, almost breathless, as I feel his hands land on my ass and start massaging the muscle. The movements of his hands feel absolutely delicious, especially after the fall I had before the game.
