Hot. DL. Local. Lives on campus, so definitely a student. But that’s fine.
He said my off-campus apartment made him feel better. Safer. Not that I need to impress a random hookup, but I did clean the place last night.
Not because I care what he thinks. Just… basic respect.
And maybe a little bit because I’m curious. What if he walks in, and it’s someone Idoknow?
What if he walks in, and I want to keep him around?
I shake the thought off. I don’t do relationships. That’s not what this is.
It’s release. It’s control. It’s getting a taste of something I’ve craved since the season started—being in charge of something that’s just for me.
I toss the phone on the bed and stretch, shirt riding up, body already buzzing with anticipation. He’ll be here tonight. Ten o’clock. My place.
And until then?
I've got practice to get through.
And one particular teammate to try to ignore.
Even if I still can’t stop thinking about how Todd looked when I slammed him into the boards—and how hekissed me after.
Yeah.
This whole week has been one long exercise in restraint.
Tonight?
I finally get tostop holding back.
I’m still thinking about him when I lace up my skates.
The guy from the app—not that I even know his name. All I’ve got is a profile, a time, and a promise. But it’s been enough to keep me wired all week, the messages getting filthier, bolder, hotter.
He wants me in control. Wants to be used. Wants to hand himself over for a night and forget the rest of the world, if his messages are any indication.
Let me ride your thigh, slow, until I come…
You tell me when I can touch myself—until then, I don’t.
Tie my hands, hold me down, make me beg, and forget my own name.
Yeah. Icangive him that.
“Hey.” A familiar voice drags me out of the fog.
I glance up and find Todd already at center ice, tapping his stick against the ice and giving me that expectant look like I’m late.
I shake it off, dragging my ass onto the rink.
He’s practicallyvibratingthis morning.
Not in a hyper way—just this… barely-contained energy in the way he moves, the way he skates, like he’s got something to look forward to, and it’s making him a little more reckless than usual.
Not that I mind.
“Someone eat a whole box of Wheaties for breakfast?” I ask, skating up beside him, trying to keep the edge of amusement in my tone from dipping into something else.
