Page 115 of Puck Prince

Then he picks up the pace. Hungrily. Mercilessly. I dig my fingers into his back, arching my own, until both of us plunge off the cliff together.

No second-guessing.

No worry about the earlier events of the night.

No lines.

No regrets.

34

OWEN

“You want to borrow some clothes? Maybe a t-shirt or something?”

I don’t want her to put on a damn thing, but it seems like I should offer.

I’m drying off after we “showered” together. Meanwhile, Callie is sifting through her clothes on the floor.

“It’s alright. I’m just going next door.” She slips into her underwear.

I tie the towel around my waist. “Oh. You’re leaving?”

“I mean, I figured I should…”

“I thought you wanted to stay.”

Callie’s cheeks are actually pink. Her makeup is gone and a small spray of tiny freckles dances across her nose. I’ve never noticed those before. She looks great done up. She looks amazing when she’s undone.

“I guess I just assumed that you’d want me to leave. You know, since we…” She points awkwardly at the shower. “And since last time?—”

I close the space between us, cupping her cheeks in my palms. “This isn’t like last time.”

She studies me, swallowing hard. I want to kiss her again. But I also want her to answer. To not feel pressured.

I want her to feel safe.

“Okay,” she breathes.

“But only if you want to,” I add.

“I do.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll grab you a clean shirt then.” I walk into my closet. “What would you like? I’ve got jerseys, jerseys, more jerseys…” I hear her giggle from the bedroom and it makes me smile. “Hoodies. Crewnecks. Also, did I mention I have jerseys?”

“A t-shirt is fine.”

“One Downy fresh t-shirt, coming right up.” I yank it off the hanger and toss it to her. Callie just stares at me, a cute smile on her lips. “What’s that look for?”

“You use fabric softener?” She pulls the shirt over her head.

“Of course. I might be a hockey player, but I am civilized.”

She picks up a candle off my nightstand and smells it. “Civilized or domesticated?”

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