Page 47 of My Pucking Crush

Max

I ’m seething and holding it together, but my ire slips to the rude sports reporters who love to push our buttons. Athletes and celebs behaving badly get more clicks and comments.

All I see is how Luca’s throat corded when my father asked if he had kids. In fairness to my asshole father, the death of a child is not an answer anyone expects when asking an innocent question. But the prick loses points because I could tell he saw the energy between Luca and me.

And it made him sick.

They had to have seen the way Luca shot onto the ice and lunged for Paloma after he struck me.

I finish up all the postgame events and find Luca waiting for me outside the locker room. My center shifts and it all feels so easy. This heat between us isn’t cooling. This flame won’t die out.

And tonight, I’m pouring gasoline on the fire when I get him into my bed.