CraftyCutie:You *were* a hockey player. Now you’re a coach. Which…okay, there are some hot coaches out there.
MightyPuck:Am I one of them?
CraftyCutie:[lips zipped emoji]
Cole goes quiet for a bit, then three dots appear and disappear while he types. The air in my lungs gusts out when it finally comes through. My head is still spinning just enough from the amount of champagne I drank.
MightyPuck:Are you mad I kissed you tonight?
CraftyCutie:No.
MightyPuck:Good.
CraftyCutie:Thanks for being my kiss at midnight.
MightyPuck:That’s not why I did it.
CraftyCutie:It’s not?
MightyPuck:I did it because I would’ve regretted not kissing you.
CraftyCutie:What do you mean?
MightyPuck:I wanted to kiss you all damn night. I still want to. I can’t stop thinking about it.
My eyes widen. I can’t believe it. He actually wanted to kiss me at the club?Stillwants to?
I have to know for sure. All this time I’ve crushed on him believing my inconvenient feelings were one-sided. I never thought he looked twice at me as anything more than his best friend’s sister.
CraftyCutie:Wait. Sorry, drunk brain. Are you saying you’re into me?
MightyPuck:Yes. Thought I was being clear about that by kissing you.
CraftyCutie:Shut up! Omg this is blowing my mind.
We’re treading into dangerous territory.
If we’re confessing things to each other…
CraftyCutie:Can I tell you something?
MightyPuck:Anything.
CraftyCutie:I just…don’t want to be lonely this winter. That’s all. It’s why I made my profile to find someone to keep me warm through the winter and forget Shawn.
MightyPuck:I’m interested in helping you with that. If you let me.
I stare at his last response. It took a few moments after my admission for him to send it.
Could we really do this? It feels like I’m in a dream.
An idea strikes me. It’s absurd and toes the line, but as soon as the thought crosses my mind a whole new world of possibilities opens up.
CraftyCutie:I just thought of something.
MightyPuck:What?
CraftyCutie:Soooo, this might be crazy, but hear me out. What if we aren’t us?
