Babysitting the Beckham hockey brothers
“I’m going to kiss you, Sophie. And you’re going to let me.”
“Why?” My breath stutters.
“Because my brother is watching.”
I gasp. That should have bothered me, but it didn’t.
“Not… not that. Why do you want to kiss me? You don’t… kiss girls, everyone knows that.”
“And yet, I’ve kissed you before, haven’t I?”
My jaw dropped open. Did he... remember?
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I used to have a crush on Ace Beckham.
Used to.
He’s Greenwoods Academy’s golden boy. Hockey captain. The kind of beautiful that makes a whole arena go silent when he skates.
Ace Beckham doesn’t kiss girls.
Everyone knows that.
He’ll flirt. He’ll ruin you. He’ll make you feel like you’re the only one in the room.
But he doesn’t kiss.
Except once.
One stupid, drunken, reckless night, he kissed me like it meant something. Like I meant something.
The next morning, I was invisible again.
Maybe he forgot.
Maybe I was never meant to be remembered.
I’ve learned to survive that.
To pretend I don’t notice him.
To make him as invisible to me as I am to him.
Until I take a babysitting job—three boys, or so I think.
Because they aren’t boys. They are men. The Beckham brothers.
And avoiding Ace Beckham in his own mansion turns out to be impossible—especially since I’m starting to realize I never really got over that crush.
And I don’t know which is worse—
Being invisible to Ace Beckham.
Or finally being seen.