[18+]
College student Hadley Bell is eager to return home for the holidays, but there's a problem. Her ex-no. 44 Nick Baker, Professional Snocross Racer and member of the Bell Race Team, still resides under her parent's roof.
Tensions run high, and...
Song: "A Bible of Mermaid Pictures" - Sofia Karlberg
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For a few heart-stopping moments, Baker was quiet. "So, let's talk more about this break."
I smiled, but I didn't say anything. The last person I wanted to think about was Dallas and his bullshit break.
In truth, I didn't know what Dallas and I were doing anymore. Our conversation hadn't been pleasant. "What do you want to know?"
Baker's gaze fell to his boots. "What exactly does a break entail?"
I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."
"How far did Dallas go?"
I didn't want to think about that. "Does it matter?"
Despite my feelings, I felt my face heat as Baker's gaze returned to mine. A sense of trouble not far behind. "What were the terms of the agreement?"
I fought a grin. "He didn't specify."
"Is it up to him?"
I didn't answer. He initiated the break, so I suppose I was playing by his rules, but should it be up to him? I was the one who made him mad. I was the one who didn't tell him about my ex-boyfriend, who was standing close enough to kiss right now. But why should Dallas get to dictate anything in my life anymore? Not after I'd seen pictures of his mouth all over a girl wearing his jersey. And not a fan jersey either–his actual jersey.
Baker's hand reached for mine, and our fingers twined as easily as they used to like our hands had been moulded perfectly for one another. "Is this allowed on a break? Can I hold your hand?"
The edges of my mouth curled, and I avoided his gaze. His touch felt so good–so familiar. "Probably."
My head fell back as Baker's free hand cupped my jaw and his thumb grazed my bottom lip. "If I can hold your hand, then is this allowed?"
I leaned into his touch, savouring his warmth. "As far as I'm concerned.".
Baker smiled for a heartwarming second before his hand left my face and reached for the zipper of my coat.
I swallowed hard, my heart galloping a thousand beats per second as he slowly undid the zipper, testing the limits.
I said nothing. Watching fingers that knew my body so well slowly unfasten the buttons on my flannel shirt.
Night's cold air caressed the exposed skin across my chest, causing goose flesh to skitter across my décolletage. I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Is this allowed on a break?"
"Yes."
A wry grin stretched across my face as I tipped my head to the side, observing as his eyes swept over the black laced bra that held me in all the right places. "It's a little cold out here, you know."
