All Chapters of Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kassidy's POVI stayed quiet all through the drive home from Sal's Pizza. Eli kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh, squeezing gently every so often like he was checking to make sure I was still there. I hadn't told him about the look Luca gave me. I hadn't told him about the darkness in his eyes, or the way it made me feel so helpless and terrified shitless. There was no point. Luca had his new girlfriend, and he had apologized to me. What good would it do to stir up drama over a glance that lasted less than a second?But I really REALLY couldn't stop thinking about it.By the time we got to the house, I was exhausted. The shift had drained me, and the interaction with Luca had left me feeling even more tired. Eli suggested we go to his room to decompress, and I agreed without hesitation. I needed to be around him, needed to feel safe.The desk lamp lit up the corner of Eli's bedroom, keeping the cold winter night outside. I sat next to him on the bed and lea

Kassidy's POVThe shriek left my mouth before I could stop it. Wildly, I turned around on the icy sidewalk, my hands coming up to guard my face, my breath hitching in my throat as I prepared to face whoever had chased me down the dark path.But when I turned around, I saw that it was just Eli who had touched me.He was standing right there under the dim streetlamp, his hands raised in the air, his dark eyes wide with complete shock at my reaction. He was breathing heavily. But as I stared at him, trying to force the panic out of my head, I noticed he wasn't wearing a hoodie, which meant he wasn't the one following me. He just had his regular wool coat on, his dark hair exposed to the freezing wind. The person who had been closing the distance behind me had a dark hood pulled down over his face."Kassidy, hey, it's just me! It's me," Eli said quickly, his voice deep and urgent as he stepped closer and gripped my upper arms to ground me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."His eyes

Kassidy's POVThe final buzzer echoed through the crowded arena an hour later, drowning out the loud rock music playing over the speakers. The MSU team won the game. The scoreboard lit up the dark stands with our university colors, showing a massive victory that had the entire student section jumping up and down on the aluminum bleachers. Eli had been an absolute force on the ice tonight, moving so fast that the opposing defenders couldn't keep up with him. I had been screaming his name until my throat felt raw.I hurried down the concrete stairs, pushing past the families and the students waving team flags, until I reached the hallway near the player exit. The moment he walked through the double doors, still sweating and carrying his heavy gear bag over his shoulder, Eli's eyes locked onto me. I ran straight into his arms, throwing my hands around his neck while his large arms lifted me off the ground."You were incredible out there!" I yelled over the noise of the hallway, kissing

Eli's POVStrong hands grabbed the back of my jacket, yanking me away from the guy on the floor with a force that almost made me lose my footing. I spun around, ready to throw another punch at whoever was stopping me, but I froze when I saw Coach’s furious face staring back at me in the dim light of the hallway."What the hell do you think you are doing, Deering?" Coach shouted. He was breathing heavily, his fingers digging into my shoulders to keep me still. "I have told you a thousand times that you cannot be throwing punches at these parties. You are the captain of this team. I explicitly warned you about violence just two weeks ago, and here you are, acting like a thug in front of half the student body!"I tried to pull away from his grip, my eyes darting toward the front door. "Coach, let me go. You don't understand...""No, you listen to me!" Coach interrupted, stepping closer until we were face to face. "You have successfully been scouted for the national team, please don't rui

Kassidy's POVThe smell of sharp rubbing alcohol was the first thing that drifted into my senses. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a hospital. The ceiling above me was made of white industrial tiles, and a steady, rhythmic electronic beep hummed right next to my left ear. A thin plastic tube was taped firmly to the back of my hand, leading up to a clear bag of fluids hanging from a metal pole. I wasn't feeling too well, so I knew something was wrong. My mouth felt dry, like it was lined with sand, and a dull ache was pounding right behind my temples. My limbs felt heavy and unresponsive when I tried to shift my weight against the stiff mattress.I blinked against the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, my mind struggling to piece together how I had ended up in a medical ward. The last thing I could distinctly recall was standing around the dining room table at the hockey house, celebrating a victory, and taking a long drink from a cold plastic water bottle that Luca had h