We were breathing each other’s air. Every time we pulled apart for a second, we just crashed back together. It was like we were trying to prove that we were real.
"I hate you," Jax whispered against my lips, even as he tilted his head to kiss me deeper. "I hate how you make me feel."
"I hate you too," I breathed back, pulling him closer, my hands sliding down to the small of his back.
But it was a lie. We both knew it was a lie. You don't hold someone like they’re your last hope if you hate them. You don't risk your whole career for someone you hate.
Jax moved his kisses to my jaw, then down to my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closing. For the first time in my life, I wasn't Liam Simpson, the NHL prospect. I was just a guy. And I was exactly where I wanted to be.
"Liam," Jax mu
