Kinsley fell in love with Phoenix Maverick, an NHL player for a team she never imagined supporting. But when Kinsley suffers from a head injury and forgets the last six years of her life, she struggles balancing being the person Phoenix fell in love...
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Kinsley, my fiancée, a title I'd imagined giving her since the first morning she woke up in this apartment and I found her cooking breakfast in her underwear. That was all it took for me to realize I wanted her doing that for the rest of our lives.
She was sprawled out on the sofa on her phone. Mom and Ashley decided to go and do some shopping for the afternoon, leaving Kins and I to celebrate our new engagement. Her legs were bare and her t-shirt was ridden up, exposing her torso and the swell of her lower breast.
I couldn't get enough of her. A grin tugged her pouty little mouth up and I absorbed it as if it were a drug made just for me, her smile, the life force behind my every waking moment.
I never imagined living for someone, or wanting to live for someone. It sounded so dependent and weak. But living for Kinsley wasn't a weakness or a burden, it was a gift.
It was something I didn't imagine to be so fulfilling until I met her. It was waking up in the morning and thinking about what I could do to bring her peace and happiness. It was sitting together and talking and laughing and giving and receiving. It was looking into her eyes and feeling a calming ease wash over you.
It was the electric pulse that existed between our skin to skin contact. It was wanting to share every good moment in your day with that one person that will be just as happy for your good fortune as you are.
"What's that smile for?" I asked, standing beside the couch. Kinsley looked at me and then turned the screen of her phone so I could see the photo she was looking at.
Ash must've sent it to her. It was Kinsley and I at the restaurant just a few hours earlier. We were looking at each other, her hands were holding my face and the sun coming in from the window highlighted her freckles.
Knowing that she was grinning over a photo of her and I made me stupid with overwhelming desire. Love.
Fuck, I was so in love with her.
I gripped her thigh with a harsh slap and spread her legs before climbing onto the couch and kneeling between them.
"We're getting married," I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to mine, her legs went around my waist.
"We are."
"You're still good with that?"
She let her arm fall to the side, her phone dropping out of her hand and landing on the rug with a thud. "I wouldn't have said yes if I wasn't, Maverick."
Leaning over her frame, I kissed her ear lobe and whispered, "Mrs. Kinsley Maverick."
Her arms slid over my shoulders and settled around my neck, keeping me tucked into her so I couldn't look at her face. Her next words made me wonder if hiding herself from me was tactical. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Phoenix."
