Page 22 of Icebound Attraction

We look into each other's eyes briefly, his face so close to mine that my knees buckle.

Now I absolutely can't deny it: I'm very attracted to him.

Fuck it.

I don't want to be a name on his ‘fuck list’. And from what I saw at the previous party, Liam likes to flirt, and score goals.

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Liam

I know I've just played with fire. I know it... Her face was so close to mine that it would have only taken a small impulse on my part to kiss her. I had to pull myself together and remember where we were, in addition to who she is: the journalist who's supposed to make me shine. Nothing more. And yet, I can't ignore the fact that she's on my mind more and more.

Her big eyes are the color of a lagoon, her blond hair frames her delicious face and her lips... Fuck... If I keep going, I'll get a hard-on!

I turn away from her and head for the changing rooms. My whole body protests. Emily unleashes a desire in me that I've never felt before.

Maybe because she's untouchable? At the same time, I'm the one stopping myself... Do I find pleasure in telling myself that she's ‘forbidden’? Does holding back turn me on?

Shit, I'm getting kinky...

But I can't ignore the fact that the coach wouldn't like it at all. And he's right: I have to concentrate on hockey. This girl isn't a one-night stand, I keep telling myself, and I'm convinced of it. If I slip, I've got a feeling it won't just be for one night. She's the kind of girl you want to come back to. I'm convinced of it every time I get a little closer. But I can't ignore the fact that I like the effect I seem to have on her. Because yes, I'm not blind, and even if she protests and seems to push me away, there's a little something that makes me believe she's not totally insensitive to my charm.

Does that make you feel better, you big moron?

Yeah, I have to admit, my manhood is happy about it. But my dick is still hungry. Charming, eh?

The next morning, I'm startled by a loud bang and immediately fall back onto my pillow. My head is buzzing. I'd had quite a few beers yesterday... In trying to forget the object of my fantasies, I'd celebrated our victory a little too much.

When there's another knock at the door, I force myself out of bed. I hope it's not important. No sooner have I opened the door than Chase bursts in.

“Hello to you too, Chase, come on in and make yourself at home,” I growl.

He laughs.

“Dude, it's 9 o'clock. I was sure you'd slept through your alarm, so you can thank me! You've got to hurry, we've got to get to class. Besides, you look like shit.”

I frown.

“Fuck you,” I say, snarling again.

“Looks like someone's got a hangover,” Chase jokes.

I roll my eyes.

“Let me take a quick shower and inject some caffeine into my bloodstream, then we can get going. Yes, I'm hurrying!” I exclaim, rushing into the bathroom.

Chase throws himself on the couch and taps on his phone while I get ready.

After a shower and a large glass of Coke, I feel a little better and we're off.

A day at school should take my mind off things. My thoughts keep wandering to Emily and it's annoying me. Although I've made a firm resolution to concentrate on ice hockey, I can't stop thinking about her. It doesn't help that our meetings don't leave her indifferent either.

After class, I'm a bit depressed. My major is hard to understand, and I have trouble following the teacher's explanations.

On the way back, I pass the café hoping Chase will be on duty to cheer me up. But he doesn't seem to be there.

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