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“I’m serious, Matt. Don’t laugh.”
I nod, knowing that I have to stop smiling. I swallow, hiding my excitement about whatever she’s going to say. My dick is already hard, and it’s distracting.
Okay. Don’t laugh. Don’t smile.
“I used to have dreams of you,” she murmurs.
“Dreams?” I ask like I didn’t hear her right.
She nods. “When we were in high school, and then even after I graduated high school. Actually for years.” She stares off into the distance and confirms, “Yeah. Years.”
“Okay,” I say.
“You know when I tackled you down the stairs and then I landed on you?”
I nod, remembering that.
“Well, I got more upset because of how cute you were.”
I hold her at arm’s length. “That’s why you wailed on me like an ape?”
She blushes, holding my arms as she walks backward. “Like an ape,” she laughs. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“Tell me about these dreams,” I demand.
She sighs. “I would dream that we would be fighting and then I’d be kissing you. Sometimes we’d hook up. Sometimes I would punch you. Every time I woke up, I’d be even more mad at you.”
“Oh,” I nod. “That explains the fueled anger… How am I in your dreams?”
She smirks. “Not as good as you are in person.”
I grab her and kiss her. “Yeah?”
She kisses me and then pulls back. “I think I love you too.”
I take her by the waist, spinning her around. When I stop, I say, “Say it again.”
“Matt, I think I’ve always wanted you. I love you.”
I pull her into a tight hug as her lips crash against mine. I need to show her that with every touch, every word, every breath that I’m completely fucking gone for her. I’m the luckiest man alive right now.
I smile, holding her close.
“I love you too, Amber.”
Chapter 37
Six months later
“Amber,” Matt calls out, his face glistening with sweat. The NHL Saints' newest right wing looks stressed, despite what seemed like a solid practice. My gaze flicks to Madison Wilder, and I can't help but marvel at how this gorgeous, whip-smart woman has become such an unexpected ally. I consider myself lucky that Michelle did what she did, otherwise, Maddie would be here with Matt, and I would be miserable elsewhere.
“This has been great,” I say, wrapping up our now-routine post-practice chat. It's become our thing since Matt and Grey started playing for the same NHL team. The coincidences of that are crazy.
Maddie's lips curve into a warm smile.
“Meet you at home,” Matt hollers, as if I've been deliberately ignoring him. Whatever's crawled under his skin today, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Maddie's eyes dart to Matt, concern flashing across her features before she turns back to me with a reassuring look. As I watch the guys disappear into the locker room, I'm left wondering if Matt is okay.
