She’s like a little pixie.

My little pixie.

Pulling out, I thrust back in, my name falling from her lips in such a way that has me slamming back into her. I love the way she feels, the way her body fits mine and sucks me in. I have no clue where she has been all my life, but it’s like I’m seeing beauty for the first time. Like, have I ever really seen that color brown in someone’s hair before? It’s almost a whiskey color, a little red in there too. Her eyes…I’ve never seen such turquoise depths that capture me the way her eyes do. Her lips, so full and soft, but have I ever actually seen a real Cupid’s bow mouth? I don’t think so. I’ve never been graced by such beauty, and I really don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from her with my heart still in my chest.

Soon, my thrusts become more urgent, more needful, and I’m pounding into her like there is no tomorrow. Each thrust stealing her breath and mine. As her eyes roll to the back of her head and she squeezes me tighter, I’m lost. It just isn’t fair. When I come, I come hard, her body clenching around mine. Lights go off behind my eyes as her nails dig into my back, and soon, I’m jerking into her. I groan hard and my heart is pounding as her nails continue to dig into my skin. When I fall on top of her, she welcomes me, her arms coming around me to hold me. Rolling to the side, I cuddle her into my arms, still inside her, before kissing her forehead. My breath is harsh, my body still shaking against hers as her leg hooks across my hip.

Nothing is said for a very long time, and I still don’t know what is going on.

Am I fucking?

Or am I making love?

That’s a question that needs to be answered. But when her eyes meet mine, I don’t know how to ask without sound like a pussy-whipped sap. Thankfully, she speaks first.

“Why is it so good?” Her eyes are wide and it’s obvious she didn’t mean to say that out loud.

All I can do is shrug as I swallow loudly. “I’m sure you don’t want some line for that.”

“I don’t. I want the truth.”

“If I had it, I’d give it to you.”

“It’s odd. Like mind-blowing, great sex doesn’t come along like this.”

“I know,” I agree, my heart still pounding in cadence with hers.

“What’s your dream, Jace?”

I’m confused by the out-of-left-field kind of question, but I don’t hesitate. “To be in the NHL, to be the best damn scorer in the league.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

“Nothing, just had to remind myself of something.” She then moves away, pulling my cock out of her with ease. Reaching down, I pull off the condom, throwing it in the trash can, and when I look back, she’s reaching down for her pants.

“Which is?”

She looks back at me as she untangles her panties from her jeans. “Nothing.”

“No, it’s something, and why are you leaving?”

“’Cause I need to,” she says with a smile.

She probably does. “Okay, but what’s the something?”

She shakes her head. “Simple. That we are both on two different paths.”

I have no clue what she is talking about. “What path are you on?”

“The one to the top.”

“Me too.”

“Two different tops, though,” she says simply before standing up and pulling her jeans up faster than ever. For someone who said seconds ago she didn’t want to leave, she sure did get dressed quickly. “We don’t have the same end goal.”

“Sorry, I have no clue what is going on here.”

She smiles as she reaches for her bra before sitting back on the side of the trampoline. “It’s just that we are both so set on our dreams, we don’t need something getting in the way. This could get in the way if we let it.”

I hold her gaze as she puts her bra on and then her shirt. I get what she is saying and I agree, but is it fair to just shut this down? I don’t think so, but I know I should. Unsure how I feel about any of this or even how I should feel, I stand up, getting dressed quickly.

“You don’t have to walk me home.”

“I want to.” When I look up, her lip is quirked at one side as she watches me slide on some shoes before pulling on a Bullies teal pullover. Reaching for the beanie that I think was Jayden’s, I put that on my head before walking toward the door.

“Let’s go,” I say, opening the door for her. When Markus falls into the room, we both look at each other before dissolving into laughter.

“Asshole, I told you I was tired,” he complains as he crawls toward his bed.

Shaking my head, I say, “Sweet dreams, sweet pea.”

His answer is to flip me the bird as I take Avery’s hand and lead her up the stairs and out of the house. It’s overcast and cold when we end up outside, which is why I grabbed my pullover.

“Jeez, it’s freezing,” she says as she shivers.

“Not from these parts?” I ask as I pull off my pullover and hand it to her. She takes it willingly.

“No, but it was hot last night.”

“Yeah, welcome to fall in Tennessee. Freezing in the morning, Satan’s asshole in the afternoon.” She giggles at that before taking my hand. “So where are you from?”

“Princeton, New Jersey.”

“Cool, what brought you here?”

“Music.”

I nod and it becomes a little clearer. “So the dream you were speaking of involves you in lights, millions screaming your name?”

She grins. “Something like that.”

“Cool, you’ve got talent.”

“I’ve heard you do too,” she says, deflecting my compliment, and I grin.

“You’ll have to come see for yourself.”

“Maybe,” she says, but I can tell it’s not a promise. Soon, we fall into an easy conversation about classes and campus. When I find out her schedule, which involves a whole lot of music stuff, I realize why I haven’t seen her before. If I hadn’t left my car where I had, I probably never would have met her.

Now, that’s a depressing thought.

“So which do you want more? To be the singer or the songwriter?”

“Either. I love writing, but I love singing too. I want to sing for people. I want to hear my music on the radio. I want to change lives, better people, and all that jazz.”