Page 140 of Totally Kiss Cammed

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Because of course they do.

The announcer clears his throat theatrically. “For those keeping score, that’s what we like to call a clean finish.”

When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against mine through the glass now, ridiculous and perfect all at once.

A month ago, this would’ve terrified me.

The attention.

The lack of control.

The fact that I couldn’t spin this into a clean narrative.

Now?

I don’t want to spin anything.

That game show.

The date and goodnight kiss that wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

Somehow it all led here.

To friends who meddle loudly.

To a man who refuses to be managed.

To a feeling I didn’t plan, but chose anyway.

Because in the end, it turns out I didn’t get played by another hockey player.

I didn’t lose control.

I didn’t even lose the game.

I just got completely, undeniably…

Totally kiss cammed.

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