Pucking the Captain
D.Twisterthe hockey star's remorsewhen a guy blushes and looks downblow his head smoove offjust by looking at him
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breathing still ragged, his bloody hands still cradling my face like I was something sacred.
"You're my boyfriend," he murmured, his voice a dark, possessive rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin, completely cutting through the emotional heaviness. "Out there, in here, I don't give a fuck anymore. You're mine, Jules. And I'm never letting you go."