Page 179 of Pucking Obsessed

The tears slipped down my cheeks.

It was too much.

I didn’t want to be hisbad boy.

I could have lost D’Angelo tonight to Heine in so many ways. I’d feltbadfor most of my life.

Was it too much to hope to be Robyn and D’Angelo’sgood boy?

D’Angelo’s expression immediately gentled. “It’s been a rough night. I’m being an asshole. I simply didn’t want to worry you.”

“Isn’t worrying my job as your boyfriend?” My eyes lit with hope.

Say yes.

“As mypartner, it certainly should be. You have an important game tomorrow, however, and you’re the season’s topscorer. You should be sleeping. Let your brother look after me tonight. In fact, he’s going to stay awake and watch over all of us at Mike’s orders.”

“I’ve got this,” Eden said with a sense of finality.

I collapsed back onto the bed, dragging Robyn’s arm around my middle and loving the feel of her curves.

I knew that I wouldn’t sleep.

Insomnia was a bitch. My thoughts were too loud in my head.

Sleeping together, however, and being able to press my hands alternately to their chests to feel that their hearts were still beating and hear their breathing in the silence, was my heaven.

Because it meant that we’d survived.

My lovers were alive, with me, and I hadn’t been abandoned.

Now, I skate faster, glancing toward Grayson, who has just scooped up a pass from Atlas.

“Skate,” I yell at him.

Three minutes to go.

So close.

We can do this.

One more goal…

Grayson is looking around. He notices that D’Angelo has worked his way into a prime goal scoring position at the crease.

Excitement rushes through me.

The crowd roars.

I weave around the rival team’s left defenseman, closer to D’Angelo in support.

I am hyperfocused on him.

I want this for him.

I scored the first goal.

D’Angelo deserves to score — it will be a hugefuck youto Bronwyn, Kates, Lee, and Stansfield.

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