تسجيل الدخولMadison
What the fuck was that?
I didn’t even tell him to stop. The thought keeps circling in my head like a vulture. I built an entire new life to get over him and all it took was fiv
MadisonThe leather seats are warm beneath me in Adrian’s car, the heat settling into my skin while the city moves past in long, blurred and bright streaks. I find myself watching them a little too closely, like if I focus hard enough, I won’t have to think about anything else.“Nash will be fine tonight,” Adrian says, his voice cutting gently through the silence. He’s calm and certain in a way that suggests he’s already somehow read how the game will go. “He’s been waiting for this one.”I shift slightly in my seat, pulling my attention from the window as his words settle. I almost roll my eyes because this is exactly where his mind always goes. He
JayThere’s a dent in the metal of Ryan’s locker that wasn’t there yesterday.I notice it only because I’ve been staring at the same spot for the last five minutes. My elbow sits on my knee and tape hangs loose from my hand, half wrapped around my stick like I forgot what comes next, which doesn’t happen.Two hours to puck drop, plenty of time to get my head right. That’s the idea, even though it hasn’t happened yet.I drag the tape tight around the blade, slower than usual. Pressing it down with my thumb, I try to ensure a seamless flow like I can force the routine to stick if I’m del
MadisonI stare at the girl in the reflection and barely recognize her. I’m flushed, tense and one bad decision away from completely losing it.My jaw tightens and I drag a hand over my face, exhaling sharply.No. Absolutely not. We are not spiraling over this, not over Jay Mercer.But really, what the fuck?I stand there longer than I should, staring at my reflection like she might offer some kind of explanation for why my life blew up before I e
JayThere are two ways to deal with game day.You either sit around all morning thinking about it like it matters more than it does, or you get up and burn through whatever’s trying to distract you before that puck drops.Madison Walker is exactly the problem I’m trying to work out of my system.Game days are supposed to be about discipline. The secret though? It’s the repetition, the focus and execution that keep you dangerous. Being in control right up until the moment you decide not to be.There&r
MadisonI cross my arms, more to hold myself together than anything else. Neighborly? No fucking way.Something dark flickers in his expression but it’s gone so fast I almost think I imagined it.“Bullshit,” I sputter. This is the best condo building in Dallas. It took me two years and a whole lot of favors just to get a unit here. There are wait lists to buy, and he somehow jumps to the top and closes a place in forty-eight hours?His mouth curves slightly. “Convenient timing.”
MadisonWhat the fuck was that?I didn’t even tell him to stop. The thought keeps circling in my head like a vulture. I built an entire new life to get over him and all it took was five minutes under a table to ruin it, bringing me back to that wide eyed girl still eager for his attention.I swallow the rest of my drink in a single gulp as if it’ll rinse some of the shame away. I hate that my body recognized him before my brain had the chance to tell me to run. I should’ve thrown my drink in his face. I should’ve left. I should’ve done a







