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468 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 26, 2023

I finally know what it’s like to be over the moon. I know what he hung the moon means. I want to fly to the moon. To the moon and back doesn’t seem like enough love to give you, Jack.
My man is so brave. He’s my whole world. If the universe wants to throw more shit my way, bring it. I’ve got Jack. I can handle anything.
This was supposed to be a journal about my hockey adventures. At some point, it transformed into a long letter to you. Or maybe it’s my confessional. Or maybe it’s my last words as me, the Mercy Meyer who didn’t love you because going forward, Jack, no matter where you are in the world, the only Mercy who’ll ever exist is the one who is hopeless for you.
This is why he does it. Love. A feeling so powerful it makes smart men foolish and foolish men numb to anything but the object of their desire. All thoughts have been sucked from my head. All feeling has been torn from my limbs. There’s just him.
I’ve turned into the creepy boyfriend who watches you sleep. But you’ve started smiling in your sleep, did you know? I guess you couldn’t know that. Well, you do. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be a ray of sunshine with their eyes closed. Selfishly, I hope you’re dreaming of me.
Fuck ‘em all. It’s hard to be mad when I’m in my favorite place with my favorite person.”
“Shouldn’t your favorite place be the ice?”
“It was. Now it’s anywhere you are. That’s so cliché, but I get why now.”
“You’re my new favorite place too and I’m glad the result is not having to pine after you while I miss you so damn much, but I’m still burning down the league for you.”
“Yeah? How you plan on doing that?” I run my fingertips up and down his bare arm.
“With gasoline. They’ve forced my hand.”
“I’d like to see you try to set ice on fire.”
“I’d try for you, baby.”
Right now, we’re one person. Secretly, I feel that we are whether I’m in him or not, but when it’s a physical reality I’m the most whole.
“I don’t work right without you, baby.”
“Same. Let’s never fight again.” I laugh.
“If we’re going to be together for as long as I’m planning, we’ll fight, but we’ll get better at fighting. We’ll get even better at making up.”
He’s a-freaking-dorable in that ball cap, but I want access to his hair, so I remove it and toss it on the couch. He closes his eyes when I run my fingers through his soft locks, and I bring his lips to mine. Jack lets my tongue slip inside so I can deepen the kiss, slowly inhaling his breath and his unique Jack scent. I run a hand down his body and pull one of his thick hockey thighs to wrap around my torso, kissing him until he surely needs air.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“The only what if I don’t wanna wonder is, what if I never had these moments with you?”
“That’s nice, Merc. I don’t wanna wonder that either. Whatever happens, no regrets.”
“There’s only want one thing from you, Jack.”
“My sweet ass?”
My smile widens. “When you’re in my arms you’re mine.”
“All yours. Come over here. Why you all the way over there?”
Everything about Mercy relaxes me. I can’t lose him
I’ve already softened. Jack hasn’t done much, but something about him calms me and I guess I like being needed.
“Well, my guy always looks for me when I get on the bus, and he didn’t this time so now I feel like shit too.”
He’s giving me his puppy eyes. No, they’re doe eyes mixed with puppy eyes, which makes it hard to stay mad at anything. How did fucking Rhett let Jack go? I’m glad he did. His loss is my gain and all that.
Being inside him is different than being inside anyone else. I want to stay there. Be one person with him. Get as close as two humans can get.
I also want to ravage him. Tear him apart. Make him undeniably mine.
My chest cracks open with incandescent light, surging with the kind of love for him that I thought could only exist in myths and legends. Because that’s what I am. In love with him. I’m so fucking in love it’s stupid.
He’s mine and I’m a lucky son of a bitch. I kiss him until we’re both breathless and gasping for air.
If by chance I should ever capture you, don’t let me know, okay? Or let it only be for one sweet fleeting second so that I’m left forever craving that moment again. Make me chase you. Make me work for you. Give your love to me easily but let me hunger for you without end to maintain the beautiful suffering of pursuit.
“You’re a fucking dork,” he says. “Your fucking dork,”