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Wyatt licks his lips and watches me like he doesn’t know what to do. He sits up and crosses his legs on the bed, sitting beside me.
“I don’t know why you haven’t had a boyfriend, other than you were always busy with school and didn’t give off the vibe of wanting one. What I can tell you, Willa, is I remember you from high school. I remember thinking how pretty you were. Howsmart-mouthed you were and I always thought it was a lethal combination. I was intimidated by you,” he says.
“You’re kidding with me right now,” I retort with a snort.
“I’m dead serious. And when I saw you getting yourself off last night against the jacuzzi jet, I seriously almost blew my load right there,” he admits.
I watch him like I am just seeing him now for the first time.
“You’re beautiful, Willa Lockhart, and a force of nature. But we don’t have to sleep together today. Last night I kind of got the vibe you weren’t too experienced, and something about that knowledge got me all fired up. Our little make-out session in that hot tub was hotter than hell.”
“It was,” I agree, blushing just thinking about it. “I want to have sex with you, Wyatt.”
“Why?” he asks.
He watches me with an intensity I don’t understand. “Because you aren’t just a good-looking jock, you’re a sweet, caring guy and I’ve never been so attracted to someone in my entire life. That’s TMI, isn’t it?”
“No,” he laughs. “I like your answer. The girls back at school come after me because I am on the hockey team and that’s considered a hot commodity. I like talking to you, Willa. We don’t have to have sex now.”
I frown. “I really wanted to.”
“I think we should just hang out,” Wyatt says.
“I’ve ruined the mood. See, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m the opposite of sexy.”
“Oh, I think you know how to be sexy just fine. I just think we need to get to know each other a little more,” Wyatt suggests.
My heart bursts a little further for this unexpected guy.
“You’re surprising,” I say to him.
“I hope in a good way,” he replies.
“In a very good way,” I confirm, trying to keep the hearts out of my eyes. I don’t want to inflate his ego too much.
That’s how we spend the afternoon, playing chess, watching a movie, and playing video games. When his parents come home and find me in their living room, Wyatt introduces me to everyone. His parents are very nice, and his sister and her husband are super friendly, and their kids are a riot too. I drink cocoa with the family and eat some cinnamon cookies his mom baked that are like crack. When I leave, Wyatt hugs me and sniffs my hair, which is a little weird. He tells me he will see me at the Montgomerys’ tomorrow afternoon for the Christmas party setup, and I say I will see him there. The afternoon may not have gone as planned, but it was so much better because getting to know Wyatt on a different level was everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wyatt
Christmas Eve was a good time. Being in Grams’s cabin made us all feel her presence. Mom got emotional about being at the cabin for the first time since she passed, but her mood wasn’t down. She just gave us a heartfelt speech about what a kind and gracious woman Grams was. Then we went on to enjoy a good meal. My niece and nephew told all kinds of silly jokes at the table and Casey told me how proud she was of me. Dad didn’t mention anything about the draft, and I was grateful. Though I think my good mood came from spending time with Willa. I hadn’t had an actual relationship with a girl since high school. Sure, I had friends who were girls back at Westfall, but they were only friends. The girls I hooked up with were puck bunnies interested in my career, not me. With Willa things feel different. I feel like we connected off the bat and not just sexually. Willa understood me.
Now I’m walking down the street to the Montgomerys’ so I can help set up for the party tonight. Willa is going to be there, and I am excited to see her, which is weird for me because I’ve never felt this way before.
When I arrive to the front entrance of the Montgomery cabin, which is really a mansion, I am greeted by Mr. Montgomery.
“Hello, sir.” I shake his hand and a maid is waiting to take my jacket.
“Thanks for coming to help out, Wyatt,” he says.
“My pleasure,” I reply.
“This is your senior year at Westfall, right?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“I heard you’re going to be drafting to the NHL,” he then says and my stomach dips. Hearing those comments makes me add to the pressure I’m feeling and only reminds me of how much I have riding on the line.
