Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I was drafted during my freshman year to Vancouver, but my mom and I talked it through with my dad and decided I should finish my degree. I have a great team and coaching staff here, so Vancouver agreed. As much as hockey is my life, I’ve always wanted a backup plan. Concussions can cause a lot of damage, and I’m screwed up enough as it is. I won’t risk my brain for a sweet paycheck.
But the real truth is, I wanted to stay because I knew there was a very good chance Lavender would be here. Some small part of me wanted to prove I was over her, though I knew I wasn’t. I didn’t have to dig very deep to come to that conclusion. It took one five-minute trip in a car with her to realize I was fucked.
“So you were an asshole instead.” She exhales a slow breath. “And Bethany, the girl who came out of your house not half an hour after you dropped me off that first day, did you fuck her right after you made me feel worthless and insignificant?”
“What? No.” I don’t know how she even knows about Bethany being anywhere near me.
As if she can read my mind, she says, “I was on my way back to campus when she walked by me. She was talking about being in your room and having an in. Might as well tell the truth, Kodiak. All the little lies are piling up and burying you.”
“I didn’t touch her.” I feel sick thinking about that day. How I behaved. What I almost let happen.
“I can hear the but in there. Something must’ve happened. I saw you with her again.”
I rub the bridge of my nose. “But I didn’t touch her.”
“This distinction really seems to matter to you, doesn’t it, Kodiak? As if your inaction somehow makes it better. Did she touch you that first day, after you humiliated me and drove me home? Did you let her put her hands on you, then?”
I shake my head, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
Lavender tilts her head to the side, pensive. Too perceptive. Even after all these years, she knows me too well for my own good. “So what happened then?”
“She wouldn’t leave.”
“Did you use your words, Kodiak? Seems like you’re pretty good at pushing people away when you want to.” She turns, giving me her profile, her fingers curl into fists and release. “Have you fucked her?”
“No.”
“Has she fucked you?” She smiles at the distinction she’s making, although it’s cynical.
“No.” Although she’s tried on multiple occasions to make it happen. She’s persistent and desperate, the latter of which I’m highly familiar with.
Lavender runs her finger across her eyebrow and rubs her temple, like she’s trying to get rid of a headache. “And now you’re telling me you want me? That you always have, and you treated me like garbage for my own good?” She glances down at the front of my basketball shorts, which do a shit job of hiding anything. “Are you turned on?”
I shrug. “You’re fired up, and there are sex toys all over your floor.”
“So acting like a dick gets you hard?”
“You giving me hell turns me on.” I wave a hand in her direction and give up completely. “And you in general, everything about you.”
“So what exactly did you think was going to happen when you busted in here and made it rain fake dicks? Did you think I would swoon at the romance of it all and ride yours?”
“I didn’t, no. I just thought . . . I just wanted—”
“To come in beating your chest and let Josiah know he couldn’t have me? Stake your claim.” She motions to my crotch again. “Kinda looks like that was your dick’s plan.”
“I didn’t have a plan. I wanted that guy not to put his hands on you.” I spit the words like bitter pills.
“So you could?”
I throw my hands in the air. “Yes. No. I don’t know. I told you I lied, that I want you.”
“And you sound like you’re really ecstatic about it too.”
“Maverick is my best friend, and River keeps threatening to murder me if I so much as look at you.” And I kind of believe he’d do it. River always seems like he’s on the edge of snapping.
She rolls her shoulders back and raises her chin, defiant and painfully beautiful. “Nut the fuck up, Kodiak. You’ve been an asshole to me for a lot of years. You made me think I was an annoyance and someone you’ve humored since you became a teenager, and you’ve done nothing but make this semester miserable for me. Do you have any idea what it’s like living here with the three of you? It’s a cockblock-a-thon. My entire damn life, everyone’s protected me. Who are you to decide what’s best for me?”