Nina
Me? Why me?
Why would the star hockey player, every girl’s dream guy, the adonis Enzo Rivers, want to be with me?
My mind flashed back to our one night stand… I could almost still feel his hands on my body, and when he brushed my hair out of my face right now, my body shivered at his touch. He had been so gentle and loving when we had s*x. Was he like that with all of the girls, or was it an act?
It had to be an act. An alarm was going off inside of me, saying “Don’t trust this playboy.” After years of being unable to find love, I couldn’t believe that his feelings could be genuine. My first love had been similar -- the star quarterback of my high school -- and look how that had turned out.
Never again.
“Listen, you got what you wanted,” I said, pulling away. “We slept togethe
