Page 111 of In My Hockey Era
I stare at him.“Bennett—”
“Nope.”He shakes the book slightly, urging me to take it.“Let me do something nice for you.”
My throat tightens.
It’s just a book.A simple, beautiful book.
But when I reach for it, my fingers brushing against his, it feels like something more.
“Okay,” I say quietly, tucking it against my chest.“Thank you.”
He nods once, then steps back, slipping his hands into his pockets again.
“Alright, Quinn,” he says, the teasing edge creeping back into his voice.“Let’s find you something with a bare-chested dude on the cover before we go.”
I snort.“Are you going to read it too?”
He grins.“If you want, I’ll read it.”
I pause, narrowing my eyes.“You’re serious?”
He shrugs.“Why not?Might actually be fun.”
I bite my lip, considering.“Okay.Deal.”
And with that, I spin on my heel, marching straight toward the romance section.Because if Bennett Wilder is actually willing to read a romance novel, you better believe I’m making it count.
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Bennett
Lucy sleeps curled up against me, her breath soft against my chest, her fingers resting lightly on my stomach.And I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better than this.
Having her back.
It’s dangerous, how good it feels.
I should be sleeping, should be exhausted after the way we spent the last hour tangled up in her sheets, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.But I can’t close my eyes.Not when she’s right here, warm and soft and completely wrapped up in me.
I trail my fingers lazily up and down her bare back, feeling her breathing, steady and deep.My other hand is tangled in her hair, brushing absently through the strands, because apparently, I’m incapable of not touching her.I’d been dying to do this for weeks—soothe her, trace her, keep her close in a way that tells both of us she’s really mine again.
She shifts slightly, tucking her leg over mine, pulling me impossibly closer.
Yeah.I’m not sleeping anytime soon.
I press my lips against the top of her head, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo, some soft floral thing that I add to the mental list of things I missed about her.
Her fingers graze my ribs in a slow, lazy pattern.
“You’re awake,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
I smirk against her hair.“Still getting used to having you back, Quinn.”
She hums, pressing a sleepy kiss to my collarbone, like that answer satisfies her enough to drift back off.
And I could stay like this forever.Just holding her, listening to her breathe.I tighten my arm around her waist, pressing my palm flat against her back, needing the solid weight of her body against mine.
