Page 115 of Breaking Point

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GRAYSON

be ready at 6 p.m.

BELLA

for…?

GRAYSON

our weekly date

BELLA

*gasp* am I finally being taught how to skate?

GRAYSON

by the best of the best ;)

BELLA

cocky much?

what if I wanted Kieran to teach me?

GRAYSON

I think you need a reminder of what happened the last time youwore his jersey

BELLA

no reminder necessary boss

GRAYSON

*boyfriend

BELLA

*fake boyfriend

I’m desperate for another kiss.

Utterly desperate.

Bella is sitting in the passenger seat of my truck, her cheeks slightly flushed as she bites her bottom lip. I want nothing more than to pull over and rake my hands over every inch of her, but instead I force myself to ground out, “Have you ever skated before?”

I can see her shoulders shrug out of the corner of my eye. “A few times when I was younger, but I’m warning you, my coordination isn’t the best.”

A thrill shoots down my spine.

If she’s as horrible as she’s been warning me for the last ten minutes, then I’ll be able to keep my hands on her waist to steady her.

Shifting in my seat, grateful for the darkness of the night to hide the tint of excitement in my pants, I boast, “Lucky for you, you have one of the best skaters in the league to teach you.”

She cranes her neck, peering at the back seats. “Kieran’s coming?”

I can’t help it, my head throws back on a deep gravelly laugh. “You’re playing with fire.”

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