ZOE
“You—” His voice was low, deadly, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard. “You what?”
I backed up a step, suddenly wishing I could disappear. “It’s not as bad as it sounds—”
“Not as bad?” He laughed, sharp and humorless, running a hand through his hair. “You tried to seduce me for a goddamn book?” His voice rose, and I winced.
We are in his room now and I just told him about that night where I went to his room, to try to ask him how a hockey player kisses and well, he’s not taking it so well.
Blake’s jaw ticked, his hands on his hips as he stared me down like I’d just told him I set his car on fire. “Let me get this straight,” he said slowly, his voice laced with disbelief. “That night you showed up at my door, looking like you’d just walked off the set of some d
