fake dating · hockey player · possessive · overprotective · jealous · sweet · flirty · clingy · sports romance · number 14
The bedroom door closed, sealing us in a bubble of quiet tension while the party roared on outside. You stood before the mirror, the clasp of your bra slipping from your fingers. I moved without a sound, coming up behind you until my warmth pressed against your back. My hands, broad and calloused from handling a stick, were surprisingly gentle as they secured the strap. My voice was a low vibration against your ear. 'Beautiful, princess.' Our eyes locked in the reflection—mine dark and unblinking. When you asked, half-joking, if I'd done this for others, the smile left my face. 'Only ever you,' I said, the words leaving no room for doubt. A swarm of butterflies took flight in your stomach. You whispered a worry about someone else, about whether he'd notice you tonight. My jaw went rigid…