Page 240 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Reaching out, he cups my jaw and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip.
“I don’t know about you, but I like what we’ve got going on at the moment,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” I agree softly.
“My life is complicated, and most days I feel like I’m being pulled in a million different directions. I won’t lie, adding you into the mix adds a whole new one, but as complicated as it might be, I can’t imagine it any other way at this point.”
“Kodie,” I breathe.
“I can’t put a label on this, and I’m nowhere near ready to figure out how we move from the place we’re in right now. I’m not sure there even is another place, if I’m really being honest. But that’s not to say that I don’t want to see if there might be.”
My eyes burn with tears, and I fight as hard as I can to stop them.
It might not exactly be what I want to hear, but it’s something.
It’s a start.
It’s him trying to reassure me without freaking himself out by moving too fast.
“I’m sorry, Casey. I wish I could offer you more, but right now?—”
Reaching up, I press two fingers to his lips, cutting off his words.
“It’s okay. I understand,” I promise before stretching up on my toes and replacing my fingers with my lips.
“You look different,” Parker says. I shrug as I walk toward my kitchen with her hot on my tail.
After Kodie left earlier to pick Sutton up from school, I messaged Parker with a brief update, and she told me that she was coming over the second she finished with her final client of the day.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t,” she mutters as I reach into the cupboard to grab two glasses for the wine she brought with her. “You’re glowing.”
“I’ve barely slept, so it isn’t through rest.”
“I hate you,” she teases.
“I know. Getting banged six ways from Sunday by a hockey god is a hard job, but someone’s got to do it.”
“Was it that good?” she asks, her eyes locked on me as I turn around and begin pouring.
“It was better than that.”
“Gimme,” she says, making little grabby hands for her glass.
With a chuckle, I slide it closer and watch as she swallows a large mouthful.
“I need to get laid,” she complains.“I’m torn between needing all the details and wanting to shove my face into a pillow and scream with jealousy.”
“Just know that every time with Kodie has been a million times better than any other guys I’ve ever been with. He’s…” I take a moment to think. “Gentle yet rough, demanding yet giving.”
“Sounds confusing,” she muses.
“It’s perfect.”
“Jesus. You have legit hearts for eyes. You are so gone for him.”
I take a sip of my wine, needing a little liquid courage for what I’m about to say.
