Eden Finley

“You have a crush. On me.” The arrogance all hockey players possess shines through.

“You’re too old for anyone to have a crush on.”

“Just because my joints think I’m an old man doesn’t mean I’m not irresistible. I can still pull a guy in his early twenties. That makes me super-hot.”

A hot, miserable asshole with his muscles, tanned skin, and tattoo sleeve. Don’t even get me started on the beard he’s growing out. But all of that aside, he’s still miserable.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, my voice gruff.

“No.” He averts his gaze. Matt’s so a virgin. “I’ve done plenty of … stuff. It counts.”

“No, it doesn’t. Have you ever had anal? Given or received.”

“That’s not the defining criteria for sex, you know.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“What’s it to you?” he snaps.