Page 100 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

So close and apparently, madly in love.

With both of them.

Coach Johnson and Coach Cyrus.

It’s fate that ruined them.

Ruined their happy ending.

“You’re not wrong there,” Maddox acknowledges, then leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Mickey’s lips. “You can give him some time.”

“That’s the thing,” she states almost desperately as she peers into Maddox’s eyes with so much intensity.

I don’t think I’d last in his position if it didn’t mean dropping to the floor, bowing my head, and doing everything Mickey desired to make her happy.

“Time is running away. Every minute that passes by is one minute where I’m hiding myself and being a damn coward. I forced myself to be drowned with nothing but academics so I could ignore those various regrets, but after reading that book, it validated how short life is and that it’s not right or fair to myself to live it to please society’s rules or entertain those who mock you because you finally got a job that could grow into a big accomplishment.”

She takes a moment to swallow, as though a lump is forming in her throat in hopes of stopping her from expressing her truth. Wetting her lips, she takes a deep breath, letting it out with a timed exhale.

“I thought these emotions would be gone after five-plus years. I thought that despite realizing my Heartbreaker Crew was on rivaling teams, I wouldn’t deal with feeling this way because I’d most likely be on my dad’s team, supporting his build in his new career, and just ignore Jayce since we don’t get along, anyway.”

She hesitantly looks between us as her cheeks grow red by the second.

“I didn’t think we’d be on the same team. That we’d spend time with one another all week and have you guys help me with this transition, knowing how I struggle with change. It took me back to those memories, recalling the years we shared as a crew, but also awakened those confusing emotions that I never worked out. I never confronted.”

She closes her eyes and hangs her head low.

“It made me so angry. That… that I can’t even explore my feelings and potentially determine if what I’m feeling is just some sort of phase or if I really want to live a life like that girl in the book.”

She’s actually implying that she wants… more than one lover.

Fuck.

Puck.

Holy fucking puck.

It’s like the stars are aligned and in our favor.

“Baby girl.” Maddox’s free hand is beneath her chin, lifting her head, so she’s forced to look up. “You have every right to be angry. No one should stop you from exploring yourself and what you want.”

“B-But that’s the thing.” Her eyes are pleading with him while they attempt to hide her fear. “Wh-What if what I’m asking is… too much?”

“You won’t know if it’s too much until you ask, Sweet Kay,” Maddox whispers and leans in closer.

I can see how the shift in his movement holds power over Mikayla. Her body leans into his closeness while her eyes dilate. Even her breathing begins to sync to the same pace as Maddox, proving just how destined they are to be together.

Would I be destined to be in her life with the same privilege?

“Wh-What…” She needs a few seconds to breathe while her eyes remain on Maddox’s. He doesn’t pull away. He’s focused on her, ready to accept what she’s struggling to put out to the world.

C’mon, Mickey. Confirm what we’re desperate to know about us.

“What if… I want… to be intimate with more than… one person?” Her question fades in volume with every word, but we catch every syllable with our strained ears.

She’s panicking now. I can see it bubble through her as her body tenses up.

“Actually… never–”

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