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My lips still taste like him. My heart’s thrashing hard. And I can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me right before he kissed me.
Like he couldn’t help himself. Like he’d wanted to for so long that he finally just gave in.
I drive home, and the entire way, the kiss loops through my mind. The desperation in it. The way his hands felt in my hair. The sound he made when I pulled him closer.
He said it was a mistake.
But it didn’t feel like one.
It felt like the truth.
Fucking finally.
CHAPTER 14
NOAH
Fuck,I kissed Danny Masterson.
That’s the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night with a racing heart. I lie in bed, replaying every second of what happened in my office.
The way he looked at me. The way I grabbed his shirt. The way his mouth felt so good and so right plastered against mine.
And the way I completely lost control.
I cover my face with my hands and let out a groan. I have to figure out a way to fix this, but how? It’s not like I can take back that kiss or pretend it didn’t happen.
All I can do is make sure it never happens again.
At the office the next morning, I avoid every space where Masterson might be. I skip the morning skate and stay in my office with the door closed, burying myself in work that doesn’t require me to think about the fact that I kissed a player.
My phone buzzes. I look down to see a text from Dad.
You coming to practice?
Busy with sponsor calls.
Everything okay?
My jaw tightens as I type out the lie.
Fine. Just catching up on work.
I’m not fine. I’m the opposite of fine. But I can’t tell my father that I kissed one of his players in my office and then panicked and pushed him away.
I need to be more careful. Maintaining distance is a necessity. I can’t give anyone a reason to think there’s anything unprofessional happening between and Masterson.
My phone buzzes again. This time it’s a text from Masterson. Goddamn these phones. And fuck me for answering him and giving him a reason to blow things open.
We need to talk.
There’s nothing to talk about.
Bullshit. We kissed. That’s something.
I told you it was a mistake. It won’t happen again.
Stop saying that.
