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When he pulls away, he chews on his lip, like he’s thinking about coming back for more. I wish he would, but he turns and walks away, completely out of breath.

“West!” I yell. “What am I supposed to wear to dinner? You haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“Nothing!” he yells back. “I’m going to fuck you first.”

I clench my thighs together, his promise hitting me so low, I can feel myself getting wet even though I’m sitting in a bathtub full of water. West’s promises are my favorite. I just hope he gets good news at this meeting and comes back in the same mood he left in.

West

It was one of the best weeks I’d ever spent in Boston. I showed Piper the different sections of the city, the rink, my old condo building, and she even met some of my teammates when we all went out to dinner. It was like I’d never left, yet I was playing tourist in a place where I should have been living.

My billboard is still outside the stadium, and when I close my eyes, I can remember what it felt like to be in