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I’m starting to wonder if she’s having second thoughts about only being friends. Last night she seemed like she wanted to say something when she invited me to stay. This morning too.
I’d be thrilled if she wanted more.
I want more.
I want to taste her lips. See if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
Pepper every inch of her body with kisses.
But I’ll respect her wishes to only be friends until she gives me an indication of wanting more. And then I’ll worship her like the goddess she is.
Chapter eighteen
Madison
ThewayHunterisstaring at me, I’m certain he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.
Because we’re friends.
I know I said that’s what I wanted, but the more time we spend together, the more I regret that decision.
One part of me says it was the right decision to make, but the other part of me, the one that wants to enjoy life and the man in front of me, wonders if it really was.
Am I holding myself back from what could be a great relationship because I’m afraid? Am I afraid of getting hurt like I was hurt by EJ?
He and I were never more than friends though. His rejection stung because I wanted more and he didn’t.
Hunter clearly wants more. He wants to date me. There won’t be any rejection there. It’s still a scary thought.
What happens if I take the risk and us dating ends up being a distraction to Hunter’s rookie season? I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him because of me.
“You ready?” Hunter asks.
“Yeah.” I follow him off the ice to the bench so we can change into our sneakers.
A few minutes later Hunter stands, holding out his hand for me. He’s been doing that a lot today.
Granted, most of it was when we were on the ice and I needed his help to not fall on my ass but now, now I don’t need his hand to stay upright. I take it anyway.
It feels right.
“Want a tour of the arena before we go?” Hunter asks. I blink at him. “A tour?” He repeats, gesturing around.
I glance around. When we got here the parking lot was empty, and I breathed a sigh of relief that no one else was here, especially not my father. It crossed my mind a few times on the drive over that he might be here today.
That we might run into him, and he might say something that clued Hunter in on our relationship. Now Hunter’s offering to give me a tour of the arena.
Where my father’s office is and where there’s even more of a chance that we could run into him.
“No, that’s okay.” I shake my head.
“You sure?” He asks as he leads me away from the ice. “I could show you our locker rooms, the weight room, everything you’d ever want to see. A VIP tour.”
I contemplate it. While I’d love to see the arena, it feels like it’s asking for my father to show up. “Maybe next time. I’m pretty hungry.”
“Okay, next time it is. Still want tacos?”
“Yes please. What’s the place called?”
