Page 185 of Exes and Oh Hell No

"You wanted this," I remind her, dragging my lips over her shoulder.

She groans.

I smirk. "No smartass comments now?"

She grumbles something incoherent.

I chuckle, pulling the blankets over us, trapping her against my chest.

Her breathing slows, her body relaxing.

I brush my lips against her hair. "You okay, baby?"

She shifts, rolling to face me, eyes soft, face flushed.

She smiles.

And it hits me in the fucking chest.

I tilt her chin, kissing her slowly.

"I love you," she whispers.

I exhale, tucking her against me.

"Love you too, hummingbird."

And for the first time all fucking day, I finally relax.

Because she’s here.

She’smine.

And that?

That’sallI’ll ever need.

EPILOGUE

Ishould have known.

I should have fuckingknown.

The second I walked into Gram’s house and saw my entire hockey team laughing their asses off,I should have turned the fuck around and left.

But I didn’t.

And now?

Now, I’m holding my new team-issued practice jersey, and embroidered across the back, right under my last name, is the most humiliating words I’ve ever seen.

"Harper’s Bitch."

In pink.

With sparkles.

What the fuck?

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