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.

way you treat me. I guess it’s because you

liked you for a long time,” his

“Does your teammates know that you’re secretly the sweetest guy

the reddish hue on his skin and downright outraged expression on his face

if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat

and cut into my pancake, glancing up at him. ” Since

replacement wars, just less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we get to fight other states

idea of other players seeing you as

all fear me. I’m

second of hesitation from my opponents?

and you’re very talented on the ice,” I bump him with my shoulder and smile wider. “But underneath your intimidating appearance,

Jake growls, glaring at me with his lips blue from

yes, you are. But I love that about you. You take care of me, make

falls after I’ve spoken, and

times before he openly stares at me. I stare right back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The worst part? It felt natural

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

when was the last time you did that?” My heart is racing, but it helps to force another

stupor with a chuckle. “I do. We won that competition and had

at him. “You remember the prize

We gloated over it too, kept saying how juicy

We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it

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

is sweet, but he would probably kick my ass if I called him that often. His ego can’t handle such compliments, and more than often, he blushes when I point out

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