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She shrugged. “I don’t know if I feel different, but I feel good.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he said before dropping another kiss on her lips and moving to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked, aware she sounded needy, hoping he would stay in bed with her.

Leaving would feel like Steven, and she refused to feel that.

“I’m just going to clean up and deal with this,” he said, showing her the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

As he left the room, she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the squeal she let out.

Holy fuck. She just had sex. Good sex. She just had good sex with a professional athlete.

Merry fucking Christmas to me.

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Taylor made it to the bathroom and discarded the condom in the trash can. As he washed his hands and face, what had just happened played again and again in his head.

He’d had sex before, lots of sex. While he was not a player like Cash had been or like Sven still was, he’d had a healthy sex life since he was eighteen. But that sex felt different. When he saw her colorful dildo in this bathroom, he was in trouble, but he had thought it was just going to be sexual temptation for his Coach’s daughter... not falling in love with his Coach’s daughter.

This was not love. There was no way. He was just wrapped up in the magic of it all. Being snowed in with a beautiful woman on Christmas was romantic... he was just getting carried away.

But as he walked into her bedroom and saw her lying there and smiling at him, the bed rumpled, her rainbow hair a mess, and her sex-drunk gaze told him this was more. He’d never hada real relationship because he worried he wouldn’t be good at managing his time, but maybe it was time to see if he could do it.

Alice Wagner would definitely be worth it.

A pesky, lingering problem was, she was the coach’s daughter.

“Come back. I’m cold,” she said, patting the bed.

Anything he had just been thinking about sounded like a problem for another day. He had a cute girl to snuggle. He went straight into bed and held out his arms. She immediately came to him and laid her head on his chest.

“You feel so good,” he said as he rubbed her arm and pressed a kiss to her head.

A long, perfect moment shimmered between them.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“What on earth are you thanking me for?”

“For tonight. I know this whole situation is weird, but you made it so special.”

She sniffed, and he prayed she wasn’t crying.

“I’m glad. Although my motives may have been partly selfish,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah,” she said, looking up at him.

“Umm, yeah... I just got laid,” he said with a chuckle.

The smile stretched across her face made him relax.

“But seriously. Thank you. For what you did downstairs... and, of course, what you did in here.”

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