Page 179 of Playing the Pucking Game
Pure, unfiltered rage takes hold.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss, desperately trying to get myself under control.
She needs me present and with her right now, not storming off to find the cheating fuck and teach him a lesson.
“It was meant to be our night.”
I close my eyes and tip my head to the sky as I drag in a deep, calming breath.
She needs you, Linc. Don’t fuck this up.
When I look down, she’s still staring at the floor.
“Parker?” I whisper, but she doesn’t move.
“Little P,” I say a little louder as I tuck my fingers under her chin and force her to look up at me.
My chest tightens painfully the second her red, watery eyes meet mine.
She’s heartbroken. And yet, she’s still hands down the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I’m pretty sure Parker Donnelly was made for me.
There isn’t a single thing about her I don’t like.
In fact, I like everything about her a little too much.
Rett would kill me if he ever found out. But I haven’t been able to stop myself. Falling for his little sister has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It’s been as natural as breathing.
But as easy as it might have been, it’s also one of the hardest parts of my life.
Holding myself back has become almost a full-time job. Sure, it helps that we’re at college now and I’m not around her as much as I once was. But still, she’s a permanent fixture in my everyday life, even if it is from a distance.
She’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and the thing I fantasize about before going to sleep.
The other girls don’t mean a thing. They’re just some fun. A distraction from the fact that I’m never going to be able to have the one I really want.
“I-I’m sorry I called you,” she whispers, regret dancing in her eyes. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Sorry? She’s sorry?
She never needs to be sorry about a single thing.
I’m not going to say it because she doesn’t need to hear it right now, but Seth fucking up tonight is probably the best thing that could have happened.
If she’d have gone through with it…my stomach rolls over as images of what they could have been doing right now play out in my mind…she’d have regretted it. Sure, tonight might have been great, but this would have still happened. And it would have hurt even more.
I force a smile on my face.
“I’m glad you called me,” I tell her honestly.
“Thank you for coming.”
She falls into me once again, and I happily accept her embrace.
Dropping my lips to the top of her head, I press a kiss there before breathing her in.
My eyes flutter closed as I allow myself a moment to indulge in the feel of her in my arms.
