uld have been a puddle of melt

d his teammate, his jaw clenched so tightly

between us shattered instantly, leaving me shivering and d

dropping into a terrifyingly quiet

his face. "Hey, man, chill. I'm just passing along the word. Coach wants us at the rink

my body. Before he could even blink, Asher stepped aggressively into his line of sight, completel

your face in my hallway again, I'm going

backing out and clicking

ith heavy tension anymore; it was chaotic. My heart was

d slamming it into my backpack, my hands shaki

ite my best efforts to sound tough. "This was a mis

na,

ce to corner me again. I lunged for the door, but h

m flat against the wood right above my head, effectively

d, pressing my back against th

g down at my panicked expression, a slow, dan

ogant, infuriatingly charming bad boy who knew

ght against his hand, trapping me further. He was so close I could feel the intense heat ra

atic! Your friend th

d his face just enough so that his sharp jawline brushed against the fleece of my hood. "Thinks I broug

turning purple. "You're a jerk. You bully me in class, and then

g down to trace the curve of my collarbone beneath the heavy fabric. "And I don't recall bullying you

plus-size twent

, heavy, and incredibly intense. His gaze locked onto mine, stripping away all the humo

k he just said? I stared at him, my lips parted, completely incapable of forming a coherent senten

d, my voice cracking. "Thi

word dare, his brow furrowing as his eyes

. He didn't squeeze hard, but the grip was unyielding. Slowly, he li

k shirt, his heart was roaring. It was racing violen

right against the hard, unyielding muscle of his abdomen. "My heart doesn't lie, Vance. Now, I have to go to practice before m

, completely intoxicated by

itive skin right beneath my ear, sending a fi

st have to carry you across the room and put

dresser, and unlocked the door, stepping

ing where it had touched his chest. My mind was spinning, a dangerous, intoxi

d-period English, my backpack feeling like it was filled with lead weights. I had barely sl

f fiercely. He's messing with y

. The room was already half-full. I glanced toward the back

he one usually occupied by a quiet girl named Sarah-was completely

o Asher was a pristine, glossy black hockey puck. Written

slow, arrogant, completely obsessive smirk spread across

nto a hushed whisper, every