Any man in his right mind would stop. Forget her. Erase her. Never look back. But I'm not a good man. And I'm definitely not right. I saw her once. Now she's everywhere. In my head. In my sheets. In the hollow of my chest. When I fuck it's her name I choke on. Her hips I grip. Her mouth I imagine under mine. I ruin strangers just to feel her. When I sleep, she's the only dream. When I touch myself, she's the only heat. She doesn't get a choice. I don't want her yes. I want her gasp. I'm gonna make her mine. Like it or not. Minel Madden will be mine.

in which a rich girl texts the wrong number, a broke boy almost doesn't reply, and now neither of them knows how to stop.

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."