Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy
“Looks like someone is getting too comfortable. You must think you're the only one that can play dirty.”
“Alright then.” She took another deep breath. “Let's both play dirty since that’s what you want.”
She took a step closer, ignoring my personal space. She raised her hand, her fingers dragging slowly, provocatively up the bare skin of my forearm.
“New rule,” she whispered, her voice a low, sarcastic purr. “We have total free will. From this moment on, you get to flirt with any girl you want. And I get to flirt and hook up with any guy I want. No hard feelings, baby.”
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