Everyone says hotshot goalie Luke Jackson is God’s gift to girls, but the only girl he wants is his best friend, Malina Hall. He’s always known how brilliant she is, but now that he’s “accidentally” kissed her, he can’t stop thinking about her…or wanting to kiss her again.
Problem is, things have been a little…awkward since the kiss. Because she likes him, too? Hopefully, but even if she did, their futures—and the ridiculous schedules that come with them—are in the way. And now one of his teammates is showing interest, and the guy has more in common with Malina than Jackson ever will.
As her best friend, Jackson should get out of the way. But if there’s one thing he’s learned from hockey, it’s that you have to go for what you want, even if it means falling flat on your face. And he’s definitely falling for Malina.
Disclaimer: This book contains a hot hockey player who goes after what he wants, a super-hot, super-distracting shirtless workout, and the kind of best friends to lovers romance every girl in the friend zone has dreamed of.
“What muscles are these?” Malina asked. “Shoulderceps?”
I laughed. “For someone so smart, you’re really not up on human anatomy, are you?”
She glanced up from my shoulders long enough to smile. “I’ve been much more into physical sciences than biological ones. But right now…”
I grinned at her. “I’m glad I’m having an influence on you.” I motioned for her to turn and face me. She swung one leg over the bench, as well. I slid a few inches closer to her. I put my hands on her shoulders, where she’d just been touching mine. “Trapezius,” I said. I let my hands drop a little lower, but not too low. “Pectorals,” I said.
“Trapezius and pectorals,” she echoed. “I think those might be some of my favorites.”
“Yeah? You want to end the anatomy lesson there?”
She gave a firm shake of her head. “Keep going.”
I slid my hands down to the sides of her rib cage. “Intercostal muscles. Those aren’t very big or strong. But these…” I let my hands drop down to her sides. Then I slid my hands up her shirt to rest in the same place. I brushed my thumbs against her abs. Her skin was warm, and she shivered against my hands. I liked making Malina shiver. A lot. “These are your obliques. Big. Strong.”
“Not as strong as yours,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“You don’t have to be as strong as me,” I said. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
Then I slid closer to her on the bench, closing the distance between us, and kissed her. She melted into me and kissed me back, taking some control and making my heart race faster than the treadmill had. When my sweatshirt got in the way, she pulled back long enough to let me tug it over her head. I wanted to take the other shirt with it, but I settled for letting my hands explore through the thin fabric of her shirt, taking in what my eyes couldn’t.
About the Erin Fletcher:
Erin is a young adult author from North Carolina. She is a morning person who does most of her writing before sunrise, while drinking excessive quantities of coffee. She believes flip-flops qualify as year-round footwear, and would spend every day at the beach if she could. She has a bachelor’s degree in mathematics, which is almost never useful when writing books.