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I want to know everything there is about her.
Where did this girl come from? And how does she know just what I need?
I sigh, closing the drapes and pacing the floor, mind racing from one thing to the next, landing on my constant.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling at my hair.
I’ve tried to turn on the TV, anything to keep my mind preoccupied, but I can’t focus on it. They play highlights of our last game, and I don’t care to see it.
I lived the fucking day. I don’t need to hear some commentator who hasn’t played a fucking day of hockey in his or her life, give feedback on every little play made.
It’s fucking ridiculous.
The amount of fucks I’ve just given is an indicator that I’m spiraling. I need an outlet. A release.
I’ve even considered going for a run. But it’s the middle of the night, and I need to work on getting back to bed. I need my strength.
You could always summon Cassidy…
See, there I go again. No. Nope. Not going there.
That’s something I can’t do. Waking her up in the middle of the night to fuck the insomnia out of me is more than crossing a line.
I lean forward, elbows on my knees and head in my hands, trying to refrain from slipping into my tics. Something to give me a semblance of control.
Control is what I’m grasping for at the moment. So many things are working against me, and it’s making everything worse.
You need to practice restraint.
Apparently, in all ways.
“What are you doing?”
My head snaps up to find Cassidy, sleepy-eyed and hair swept over one shoulder, staring down at me with concern.
I hate that look.
I don’t need anyone’s concern.
My compulsions won’t throw me over the edge and cause me to do something irrational.
They’re fucking frustrating and annoying as hell but harmless.
I tear my eyes away from hers and do a slow perusal of her body. She’s wearing a pair of short floral shorts that hang mid-thigh and a white T-shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra, which is evident by her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.
Fuck.
I snap my head away, trying to avoid needing her that way.
“I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
“Clearly, you’re not,” she says in a tone that has me looking back at her.
She crosses her arms over her chest, blinking rapidly. Her cheek is sucked in as she appears to contemplate something.
“Seriously, Cassidy. It’s all good. I couldn’t sleep. Nothing more.”
“Do you need—”
