Page 21 of Wrong Pucking Player

I know from the warmth that floods my cheeks that I’m blushing like crazy, while my eyes widen to ensure I’m seeing the man who I didn’t want to burden with my life circumstances.

Standing in my best friend’s doorway.

Looking even hotter than the last time we’ve seen each other in person.

Five fucking years ago.

I can only wonder whether he still carries that charming effect he has on me, with that melting force of a smile that leaves me in but a puddle of slick.

The man can tell me to give up my identity for him, and I’d do it. Better yet, he can tell me to fall to my knees, and I wouldn’t think twice.

Alright. Maybe I’m not over him.

“Hey, Xandra.”

I’m doomed. Panty soaking wet doomed.

MY SHIMMERING DIAMOND XANDRA

~WYATT~

“H-Hey, Wyatt.”

God.

You created this woman with every intention of delivering divine perfection.

I wasn’t mentally prepared to cross paths with my ex-girlfriend of five years.

Or was it five and a half?

Did it really matter?

Every day since we went our separate ways left me feeling incomplete. My heart carries a tiny vortex that no other woman—or even man—has been able to fill.

Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews.

The diamond of my eye.

The twinkle in my starry sky.

The queen who still keeps reign upon the vital organ beating against my chest.

My gleaming Xandra.

I didn’t think she could get more stunningly beautiful. Even the day we parted ways, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and her alluring eyes of teal with various shades of my favorite color, she looked captivating.

Now, she was older.

Twenty-five years old.

Gorgeous blonde locks that passed her shoulders. Plump pink lips with the perfect layer of glistening gloss that make those lips more delicate in appearance. She’s the same height as Mikayla at 5’5” and a curvy masterpiece. One look and I know this woman has been working hard in the gym.

The slight muscles in her relaxed biceps, and cinched waist are surely hidden beneath that crew neck sweater. Despite her top half that screams “cozy,” her bottom half is in shorts that give me a glimpse of those muscled legs.

Those legs that I enjoyed being between where the mine of treasure really is. The cave that gives my tongue nothing but anticipation to explore and be rewarded with something euphoric in return.

Fuck.

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