Page 250 of Breaking the Pucking Rules

It’ll be easier this way.

We can focus on what’s really important.

Our jobs.

The dots continue bouncing, making the dread that’s only been growing since I walked out of the arena and away from her earlier to get heavier and heavier in my gut.

I was an asshole to her.

Mom chastised me over it the second Sutton was out of earshot, demanding to know what my problem was.

Of course, I didn’t tell her.

But I have a feeling she might be seeing a hell of a lot more than I want her to.

Those hickies on my neck after I spent the night with her, and then my reaction today.

Fuck.

I need to lock it down.

Mom knowing is one thing.

Linc is another.

But anyone else?

Combing my hair back from my face, I tug until it hurts.

But still, the dots keep bouncing.

I’m either going to receive the world’s longest reply, or she’s doing exactly what I was before I sent that message.

Write.

Delete.

Write.

Delete.

I hate that I could be causing her pain.

I just…why didn’t she tell me?

Anger bubbles under the surface, battling with a million other emotions I’m struggling to get in line.

Getting frustrated with those dots, I abandon my cell on the bed and throw my legs off the side.

I need to move. I need to?—

Everything stops when my cell pings, the screen lighting up.

She replied.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to look.

I just want to forget all about this afternoon.