The Hockey Star's Remorse
And in that moment, I felt a sense of freedom—an escape from the weight of my past, from the pain that had held me captive.
As we turned a corner, I stole a glance at Harry. His eyes were filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, his presence a reminder that the night held endless possibilities. And as our hands brushed against each other, the connection between us ignited once more, a flame that burned brighter with every passing second.
"I have to admit," he said, his voice a seductive whisper, "I like you, Evie." I smiled tightly. "I think I like you too, Harry."