I open and shut my mouth a couple of times, and he looks annoyed.
“I don’t know how to have this conversation, and you don’t seem to either. Perhaps on a day. After the night you had, it’s not a good idea. It’s not the reason I came.”
My eyes are heating up, and my throat is thickening, but I manage, “Thank you.”
He nods once as he stares at the television.
I clear my throat and try to push past how truly awful we both are at this. “You want me to turn on the TV and watch Detroit with you while we eat?”
His blue eyes light up, and then he scowls and shakes his head. “I watch hockey too much.”
“It’s your life.”
“It is, but I don’t know, maybe a movie?”
Perfect, I think as I stand up, “You get to pick since you brought dinner.”
“Maybe you should pick.”
“No way, you.” I smile as I grab the remote, trying to calm all emotions and the… tingles inside of me.
“Would you like to watch Fifty Shades of the Color Gray?”
Chapter 15
Motherfuckers
Aleks
After watchingher face turn fifty fucking shades of red and then nearly purple when she fell into a fit of laughter that is clearly at my expense, I realize something.
“Those motherfuckers,” I stand. “I am going to kill them for suggesting —"
“No, you can’t, not yet,” she laughs even harder. “I can’t with you. You’ll go to jail, and I’ll never hear the story.”
“I’ll tell you the story, but I am still going to kill them.”
“Who is them?” She wipes tears from laughter away.
It’s beautiful, it’s real.
“You were correct. I watch hockey, I read hockey, I live, and I breathe hockey. It is all I do.”
“You also had a threesome in this very hotel.” She laughs, but very quickly stops.
She looks irritated. I like that too much. It’s jealousy, green like her eyes and possessive in a way that is ugly on anyone but her. I file that away and continue with my story.
“Sterling walked in the locker room pissed, so I simply asked if she had kicked him out already.”
She points the part of the pretzel in her hand at me, “That’s called instigating.”
“It’s a gift,” I smile, and hers broadens. “He said they were like Jacob and a strange name.”
“Renesmee,” she smiles as she curls her legs under her.
“Sure.” I shake my head, and she sinks back, comfortable, so I continue. “They were all shocked that I didn’t know about this movie.”
“Twilight.”
