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“I guess my grocery delivery came earlier than expected.” He grabs the rest of the bags. Together we take them into his kitchen.

I start to unpack one of the bags, but then I pause when I see what’s inside. Two boxes of my preferred brand of tampons, two boxes of Little Debbies, salt and vinegar chips, organic beef jerky, three packages of gummy bears and gummy worms, Earl Grey tea, and a couple of bottles of pain reliever pills.

I stare, surprised to see all my go-to items when I’m on my period. “Del, what’s all this?”

He’s in the middle of putting away a bag of frozen berries into the freezer. He closes it and turns to me. “What? Oh…”

A shy smile tugs at his lips. He rubs the back of his neck. “I, uh, wanted to have all the stuff you need if you stay here and happen to get your period.”

My heart melts into a puddle. I walk up to him, slide my arms around his neck, and kiss him.

I’m quiet for a second as I look at him. “You are the sweetest guy in the world. I’m so lucky.” I kiss him again.

“I’m the lucky one.”

It’s not long before kissing turns into a hot makeout session in the kitchen. Both our shirts and my bra end up on the floor. Del picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

“What about the rest of the groceries?” I say between kisses.

“I need to be inside of you right now, sweetheart.”

My entire body is vibrating with how much I love this man. This thoughtful, strong, protective, sweet, and sensitive man.

This man who supports my dreams. This man who’s proud of me no matter what. This man who makes me smile and laugh and swoon.

This man who I’m so, so in love with.

He sets me on the bed, undresses me, then takes his clothes off. His gaze turns raw and fiery. He pins me with his stare ashe rolls on a condom and lines up the head of his cock with my pussy.

I moan, my body aching for him. My heart pounds, overwhelmed by everything I feel for him.

“I’m gonna show you just how lucky I feel to have you, sweetheart.”

For the rest of the day, that’s exactly what he does. And I feel it. In my heart and in my body, I feel it all.

Chapter 52

Del

Isit at my spot in the locker room while Coach Porter stands in the middle, giving his remarks before our playoff game against the Devils.

He aims a focused frown at us. “I won’t lie, gentlemen. I’m still not over losing to Los Angeles the other night.”

We all nod in quiet agreement. Our last game was in Los Angeles. The Devils beat us, three to two.

Guilt throttles me. Part of me feels responsible for our loss. We had just come off the publicity of my arrest. Everything felt chaotic and unsettled, and as hard as we played, we couldn’t beat the Devils.

Everyone was pissed, of course. Every single one of us hates losing, especially during the playoffs when so much is at stake.

But none of my teammates blamed me. Coach Porter didn’t either.

They treated it just like any other loss. They were disappointed and upset, but they didn’t point fingers. They were ready to move on and focus on doing better for the next game.

Still though. I can’t help but think that if I hadn’t brought on all this extra scrutiny and publicity to the team, we would have been more focused and we could have beaten LA. We’d becelebrating winning the first round of playoffs and resting up for the next round.

I push aside those feelings of guilt and regret. Now’s not the time to dwell on that. I need to focus.

Porter looks around the room. “I know you feel the same way. And I know that you’re all going to use that frustration and anger from our loss to fuel you tonight.”

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