Having to keep my hands off him, not being able to grab him, pull him to me and kiss him until my lips were dry was so incredibly difficult, I almost couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t help it. Every time I saw him, my heart fluttered. My pulse raced, my chest heaved and my blood felt like it was on fire. I had no idea why I reacted this way to the sight of him. Was it his muscular body, Daniel being the perfect example of a prime human specimen? No, somehow it felt like more than that. I had seen hot men before. Sure, none of them were NHL stars, captain of their team, but there was something different about Daniel. There was a connection between us. For one thing, I think unlike everyone else in here, Daniel understood my pain. He understood what it was like to lose something important, and as a result to lose the fire that used to live inside of him. I hadn’t told him about that night that changed my life. I didn’t tell him about my sister.
