While we have spent a lot of nights together we’ve both been busier than I thought we’d be. And, his road trip was tougher than I thought too. I wasn’t ready to go from seeing him nearly daily to going a week without him.
He got home late last night and we barely spoke as he crawled into my bed.
Then I had to get up before him.
By the time I got home he was already here getting ready for his game.
It’s been quiet from his friend, it seems she’s keeping the secret. Duncan asked me if I wanted to connect with them since they’ll be at the game too but I decided to share my suite with some of the people I work with instead.
We step into the space and Zara starts checking on the food. There’s a few gift baskets and one has my name on it.
I start to unwrap the teal cellophane and see one of Duncan’s jerseys on top. The name PAISLEY across the shoulders. With more excitement in my chest than I can show I unsnap my western style shirt and start to put the jersey on over my undershirt.
"Really?" Zara looks at me. "What has gotten into you?"
My immediate thought isDuncan’s thick cockand I realize it’s his voice I’m hearing. Great, his snarky, flirty quick responses are rubbing off on me.
He’d love everything about this.
"It would be rude not to wear it." I shrug before pulling the fabric over my head. As I straighten it a little piece of folded paper floats to the floor.
I swipe it before Zara can see it, she’s too busy going through the rest of the gift basket anyway. I turn my back to her and unfold the note.
Charming -
I can’t skate with a boner so don’t let me see you wearing my name until after the game.
Big D
I smirk and stuff the note in my pocket.
Protecting my heart from Duncan’s flirting is becoming more and more challenging the more and more he engrains himself in my life.
The more I see him refuse to accept any credit for taking care of others the farther I fall.
I can’t let on how clearly I see him, this man who makes every day brighter just by being himself.
Because, we’re "fuck buddies" as he would say.
Nothing more.
And, thankfully, nothing less.
The suite starts to fill up and I visit with my colleagues. Zara makes sure things are fine and I stay inside instead of going to sit in the seats in front of us.
A TV in the corner zooms in on Duncan and Crosby as they warm up.
And, holy shit.
Duncan is on the ice with his fists holding himself up as he circles his knees out wide, he leans from one side to the other. My cheeks flush and I blink heavily before a bottle of water is placed at my chest.
"So, you’re ahockeyguy." Zara says knowingly.
"I guess so."
"Just keep it quiet. You’re the heartbreak kid right now."
No, he is.
