Maybe I need to get the fuck out of here before I just do that.
“Jesus! Granger you scared me! What are you doing up? I hope I didn’t wake you, I couldn’t sleep. I bake when my brain won’t shut down. Blueberry muffin?” She comes around the island and stands in front of me, looking delicious as fuck with a muffin in her hand inches from my face. A man can only take so much before he breaks, but I’m trying my hardest to hold back. I don’t think she would want me that way right now anyways.
Fucking hell, Granger, pull yourself together. She doesn’t need you for that, she needs a friend.
I repeat that chant until it sticks and clears my desire for her, then shift my focus to the treat she holds under my nose. Leaning forward, I bite into the top of the muffin while looking at her and groan out loud, because it tastes just as sweet as she probably does. Her blue eyes darken, her pupils expanding with lust, and she bites her bottom lip while staring at my tongue as it swipes at my lips to wipe the crumbs off.
With her looking at me like this, I know she wants me as well. At least her body does, but I don’t know where her head is at. Fuck if I’m being honest, I don’t know where mine is either. I can’t picture her sinking her claws into me, to keep me trapped and lie to my face. She's not like that, but my mind keeps going back to that, because betrayal really does cut deep and that shit stays with you, making it hard to trust anyone. My walls have been so high since Victoria and the games she played with me, but maybe they don’t have to be. Maybe I’m staring at the one girl who can slam her way through my walls because she’s that tough.
Christ, I really like her.
“Naw Princess, I was already awake. I’m supposed to go to practice soon. Are you going to skate before I hit the ice?” I ask as I take the muffin from her hand and shove it in my mouth with a big grin, chewing with my cheeks stuffed.
She chuckles while shaking her head and goes back around the counter to start putting the rest of the muffins in a container.
“I’ll clean up in here. Don’t worry, it’ll be squeaky clean. You don’t mind if I go with you? I need to skate something fierce,” she says without looking at me, and I get it, I really do.
She said she needs to skate, not want, and I know it helps her think while releasing everything inside. I do the same thing when I’m chasing the puck to score a goal. It’s a need that blocks everything else out.
“Yeah, we can go together anytime, since we’re heading to the same place. Don’t worry about making a mess because damn, women…these are fucking fantastic.” I wink and enjoy watching her blush at the compliment.
I have to keep giving her those compliments, because I’m really liking it when her cheeks flush. I’m about to break down the shell she’s put around herself and wait with open arms, because this girl needs me—probably as much as I need her.
I start to head back towards my room to shower and change, but I can feel her gaze on me, so I look over my shoulder to see her sweeping her gaze up and down my body unhurriedly. She was totally just checking out my ass. I clear my throat and watch in amusement when her head whips up and she looks anywhere but at me. I mean, I can’t blame her for looking. I’ve literally worked my ass off to get these glutes. Hours of working out and training has my body fit for playing hockey. Also, I can’t even count how many times my eyes have lingered on her body.
“Hey, Princess?” I wait until she looks back at me with a question in her gaze once I turn back around to face her.
“Yes, Captain?” she says all sassy. I think she’s trying to cover up her embarrassment from getting caught checking me out.
“You know you can talk to me about anything okay?” I tell her, letting her know when she’s ready to talk…I’m fucking here waiting.
“You know, you aren’t as bad as they say you are,” she says with laughing eyes. I don’t care what anyone says, but if it makes her look at me like that, I’ll wear that shit like a badge with my chest puffed up.
“What are they saying?” I smirk, knowing rumors around college can be over the top and made up half the time.
“That you walk around campus like a grumpy ass and you have tons of women lined up to be with you. I don’t think you're an ass.” She’s trying not to laugh when my smile widens, I don’t even fucking know the last time I’ve smiled this much.
“Are you saying I’m grumpy? As for the other thing, I don’t want any other woman…I have you.” I stare into her widening eyes, and her mouth pops open in shock. “It’s a good thing you're my fake girlfriend, to keep the ladies away.” I spin around with a chuckle just when she starts scowling.
A muffin smacks me in the back of my head just before I make it to the hallway, and now it’s my turn to be in complete shock as my body slowly turns around to see her smiling innocently at me. She bats her lashes as she takes a bite of a muffin.
“Did you just throw a muffin at me?” I ask, my brows
