Chapter 60

Winnie

I experience nightmare after nightmare of Dana telling me that I’m not good enough for Jake. I shake and kick in my sleep. My heart is on fire, and muffled words leave my lips until a strong hand jostles me awake, and I blink back to reality.

“Winnie?” It’s Jake, and he is squatting beside me. “Wake up. Breakfast is ready for you.”

“B-breakfast?” My mouth feels dry, and my throat is sore. I think I’ve been talking in my sleep.

“Uh-huh, I made pancakes,” a grin spreads over Jake’s face. “I feel like a total wildling now. Can you believe it?

Pancakes made over an open fire in an old, dusty frying pan.”

“You’re adorable,” I sit up, unable to prevent my lips from curling into a smile. I know Jake loves cooking and baking, but the pride in his eyes for making pancakes outside a kitchen? He is so sweet.

“I would prefer to be called sexy.”

“You’re sexy, too,” I tell him. “And if those pancakes are as good as they smell,

I will go down on my knees and suck you. You don’t know how much I love your breakfast pancakes.”

He snorts and shakes his head with an indulgent smile. I love when he gives me that kind of sweet expression. He is undoubtfully proud to provide for me and hurries to fetch me a paper plate.

I only make it out of the tent to sit down on a blanket area that Jake has prepared for us before he returns with my food. ” Here you go. Pancakes with maple syrup and blueberries. Your favorite.”

The stupid, toothy grin that settles over my lips makes Jake snort a laugh. I don’t have to say anything for him to know how much these simple displays of affection mean to me. Still, when he sits beside me, I smile up at him, a little teary-eyed.

to take it for granted, you know? The way you treat me. I guess it’s because you always did, and I’m an

one-time-use fork made of renewable material. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” his smile is infectious. ” That’s

teammates know that you’re

at that, and the reddish hue on his skin and downright outraged expression

words as if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and on the ice, everyone knows

cut into my pancake, glancing up at

other, we get to fight other states

you like the idea of other players seeing

all fear me. I’m on the

of the job. That second of hesitation from my opponents? I live for

I bump him with my shoulder and smile

softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me with his lips blue from the

broad. “Oh, yes, you are. But I love that about you. You take care

I’ve spoken, and I

me. I stare right back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The

know what that means. Despite his fearsome appearance, muscles for days, and fame, my man often becomes shy when complimented or called sweet. I can’t tell if he is shy right now or doesn’t feel

kayaking… when was the last time you did that?” My heart is racing,

and had the fastest time

smile at him. “You

of hotdogs. Damn, those were the times. We gloated over it too, kept saying how juicy the stakes

and Jake does the same. The tension is gone, thank god. We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it is to make friends with teammates. He calls himself lucky to be playing among old friends, and I smile and

always letting me or Mark talk over him. It made it hard for

His ego can’t handle such compliments, and

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