Page 6 of Fall For Me
“Yes . . . well, the last thing I ever wanted was to be the reason his world flipped upside down again. That’s always been one of my biggest fears, and why I’ve struggled to be the perfect daughter, but now my biggest fear is not living life to the fullest. Missing opportunities. Having regrets.”
I look back at him standing over me, the lights in the distance casting a dim glow over his sharp features making him look even more beautiful and mysterious than he already is.
“Besides heights, what’s your biggest fear?” I ask.
Sean takes a tentative step and sits down, his thigh brushing against mine when he scoots forward until his legs also hang over the ledge. He turns his head to look at me and raises a brow. “Diving in deep with the heavy questions so soon?”
“Time is everything. I don’t like wasting time on surface-level stuff.”
He runs a hand over his carved jaw, dusted in a five o’clock shadow. “You’re not what I expected.”
“What were you expecting?”
“Collectively? Opposite.”
“What does that even mean?”
He leans in close, his fingertips playing with the ends of my hair. “It means . . . You like testing limits but you’re still a very good girl, aren’t you, Rebel?”
“Hannah!” Aiden calls out, forcing me out of the memory from a year ago and pulling my gaze away from the asshole who broke my heart.
Why does Sean have to be here? It’s the off season. Shouldn’t he be on a beach somewhere with his harem?
I hate him.
I hate that he looks so good.
I hate that he’s not miserable.
“Sorry,” I apologize, skating toward Aiden and driving the puck forward.
“Only called your name three times.”
Ice flies from under my skates as I cut to a stop. “Shut up and take possession, Aiden.”
“Careful, darlin’. Sounds an awful lot like you’re flirtin’ with me.”
Aiden steals the puck and cuts right, pushing it toward the goal before firing off a shot. An echo follows the sound of it clinking off the post, and he loops back around, cussing under his breath, then tries the shot again.
And again.
And again.
“You’re weak on your left side,” I say, standing next to him.
Aiden’s chest heaves as he turns to face me. “I’m not weak on my left side.”
“You’re wrong,” Sean says.
Aiden quickly jumps to my defense. “I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
I ignore Sean because he doesn’t mean shit to me anymore. At least, that’s what I’ll keep telling myself until I’m convinced.
“No. I’m telling you. That’s the problem. You’re opening up your hips too early and pulling off the puck. Also, your weight isn’t transferring, so you’re shooting with half your power. And you . . .”
I turn to address Sean. He needs to sit the hell down. Over here, acting like I don’t know what I’m talking about. “You hesitate on lateral plays, and your post integration is sloppy.”
He scoffs, and goes to open his mouth, but I cut him off. “It’s a mess.”
