(Kane)
I didn’t know why I kept acting like a complete fool.
The championship series was grinding forward, every game heavier than the last. My father’s pressure was relentless, my team’s teasing had turned merciless, and yet I found myself wandering into the small bookstore and accessories shop near campus like a man who had lost all sense of self-preservation. My heart hammered harder than it did before any face-off. All because of her.
Danica Jones.
She had taken over my thoughts completely. The way her long straight hair cascaded down her back when she removed her helmet after practice, catching the light like dark silk. The way it framed her face when she was focused, strands occasionally sticking to her damp skin. She was so beautiful it hurt — fierce, determined, and somehow sti
