My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
Summer’s Pov
I didn’t know where the courage came from. One second I was kissing Crew like the world was ending, and the next I was pulling away from him and rising up on my toes to kiss Gray.
His lips were so soft. So different from Crew’s. Where kissing Crew felt like heat and fire and something wild that could burn me up, kissing Gray felt like a spark that spread slowly through my whole body—warm, exciting, almost tender. My hands slid up his chest, and I pressed closer, tasting him, feeling the way he froze for half a second before he started kissing me back.