The Pucking Wrong Number: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 1)

Other people might call that scary stalker behavior.

I called it true love.

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”

“To me, you’re everything,” he continued, and I laughed, because there was that word again.

“I didn’t know how lost and lonely I was until I met you…and now that I have you…you are my home.”

Have you ever been in love?”

Not until I saw you

Yep. And I’m going to stay on the phone with you the whole time, because, baby, your tears are tearing me apart. Dream girls aren’t ever supposed to cry.”

Monroe, I see you. I see all of you. And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here for you, every step of the way, no matter what. Because I know that you're worth it. You're worth everything. Eventually, you’ll trust me. I’ve been lonely all these years, too. Waiting for you."

I can get my own seat," I protested.

He smiled slyly. "I'm aware. But I'd much rather be your seat."

Because a person as broken and worthless as me, he didn't deserve the stars to align like this. He didn't deserve a goddess like her.

But there was no part of me that cared.

Deserving or not… She was going to be mine.

just met you and I already feel like I’m losing my mind,” she whispered.

I tilted my head, studying her intently. "Well, at least I’m not alone then," I responded