INICIAR SESIÓNRaven POVA week ago, I could have sworn I found hockey boring. It made no sense to me why people would sign up to be smashed brutally just for the sake of hitting a puck with a stick. But the last thirty minutes have been shockingly good—I have to admit. We'd watched highlight after highlight, while Jace would spontaneously explain any new hockey term he thinks I should know. And he's doing quite a good job.I steal a glance at Jace. He's now totally focused on the highlights that you'd wonder if he wasn't the one in it. But I can't fault him, dude practically loves hockey. And I, on the other hand, I'm actually beginning to like the sport—or rather what Jace explains it to be— apparently, hockey isn't just about people chasing a puck and getting their ass beat up. It's about watching people give everything they have to something—and watching them trust each other enough to do it together.When the highlights come to an end. Jace exhales as he turns to me. “Gee, that was cool.”“Uh
Raven POV: “What the fuck is happening downstairs?” I pinch the helm of my oversized Everfrost sweatshirt. Trying not to stare at his intricately carved abs. “Wait, is Eth and Ry still with the puck bunnies?” the faint smile at the corner of his lips tells me he's enjoying my frustration. “Puck bunnies? Is that what you call girls?” “That's what they call themselves.” I hiss. “Is there any of the puck bunnies inside there,” I stare at the ajar door of the bathroom. “Gee, definitely not. What do you think of me as?” “A jock,” I fold my hands. “And what do you think of jocks as?” “Insatiable sex freaks,” the words fly out before I can think. Jace stares at me a little longer. The water dripping from his damp hair making him look hotter.“You must have been hooking up with the wrong jocks then.”Heat rushes up my spine, and now I want to slap the smirk off his face. Does he really think that I do hookups? Yeah, I know I'm not a virgin either, but I'm sure as hell not some... ran
Raven POVThe class is clearly buzzing with chitchats, even though Professor Thomas is in class. I know, I can't blame them, the whole two hours of the class has been a total mind-numbing snoozefest. And neither can you blame me for being on my phone. I scroll through my Insta page. My yesterday's video interview with Jace is going more viral than I expected. Jace had already reposted it. Which I kind of expected because he had mentioned he would, but seeing Ryan and Ethan repost too—that I didn't actually expect. A smile whimper across my lips. Even though it's my first interview with him, I can feel myself crushing the project already with this pace. Thank you, coffee inspired idea. I glance across the classroom. Spoting Sharon quickly. She throws me an enjoy-it-while-it-lasts gaze, which tells me she has seen the video.“Fuck, this is bad,” Lyra bursts out beside me just as I was about focus back on my phone. “You have to see this.”“What's that,” I push myself to glance at Lyra
Jace POV Just as the faceoff begins, my attention is zapped to one of the arena doors. And I can see Raven with a girl I'd recognize as Lyra, and another whom I had no clue who she was. Seeing Raven unexpectedly lights a fire in me. She's wearing a leather skirt that hugs her bubble ass, and I find it sexy. Her face clearly stressed. They must have been in a hurry to get here from the music showcase. Which I know because Damian—who I now know to be Lyra's boyfriend— informed me that Rav had told him she'd be running late through Lyra.I know what you're thinking. Yeah. The girl who'd been quick to exchange saliva with me doesn't have my number. You're right. Although many think of jocks and frat boys as always been ready to pounce on the chance of scoring a girl, I'm different. Don't get me wrong. I've scored many girls—in many places and in many styles—that I can remember. But with Rav, it's different. What I feel for her isn't just lust. It's obsession—as bad as it can come and as
Raven POVI blink forcefully. My bones melting into the softness of the bed. But the calm noise coming from the sitting room forces me to push myself up. I'm greeted by the sweet savory smell of chicken and dumplings. Jace is standing beside the kitchen counter made with black marble. An apron hung around his waist. And for a minute you'd think he's a professional single dad with how seamless his hands move. “I thought you passed out.” he flips two chicken drumsticks.“Good morning.” I greeted, sitting on the other side of the counter. And fuck the smell of the fresh chicken makes me realize how magically hungry I am now, but I don't say anything about that, apart from stare at him. “What?” he doesn't overlook keep his gaze on me.“You cook.” “Yes, I also breath air. So are you going to stop asking questions you already know answers to or not?”“I mean, most jocks I know don't. They either eat out or pay for hookups to help them out with it.”“Good thing I'm not most jocks you kno
Raven POVThe second our lips meet, the strangest thing happens. Pulsing waves of heat unfurl inside me, starting at my mouth and then rippling down my body, tingling in the tips of my breasts before traveling even lower. He tastes like the whiskey he’s been drinking all night and the vanilla and toasted oak flavor, followed by a sharp kick of alcohol heat suffuses my taste buds. My lips part of their own volition, and Jace takes full advantage by sliding his tongue inside. Drawing me closer. When my tongue tangles with his, he makes a low, growling noise in the back of his throat, and the erotic sound vibrates through my body.Oh moon goddess. What the hell is the matter with me? I can't possibly be attracted to him. I hate jocks. But still I can't seem to stop kissing him. I can't stop myself from wanting h... Nope that's not possible.He inches me closer again. This time, too close, I can feel his hard chest pressing my breast. And immediately, I’m hit with a jolt of panic that s







