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Your subtle miscommunication with Jamie was a wake up call to him: he had to do better communicating with you. He also had to make sure he separated his life as captain and the life he was interested in building with you. They couldn't be the same, especially if your paths had to cross again like it did with the reporter fiasco.
"Did you guys figure it out?" Tyler asked Jamie the next day, who was in the middle of his morning workout.
"Yeah, we're good."
"That girl is in love with you, man," Tyler replied. "Don't fuck that up."
"I don't plan on it."
You were in back-to-back meetings all day, especially as you started the transition to a permanent position with the team. You were drowning in paperwork, which just seemed like busy work.
You still had to nurse the "interim" in your title, but the next few weeks would require facetime with board members, donors, and a lot more training staff. With the shift, your schedule drastically changed, and you were spending a lot less time at the arena and more time around Dallas and neighboring cities.
Jamie hated it. Granted, he knew it wouldn't be forever but it was annoying that he couldn't just show up at your office on a break. The upside? More uninterrupted time at your places, like tonight.
“Ugh, you’re amazing,” You cheered after opening your front door, hugging Jamie tightly. “I love these.”
“I know, that’s why I brought them,” You could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled, his scent filling your nose. He was holding a family size bag of your favorite candy in his hand that was not wrapped around your back.
“Okay, so,” Standing back, to look up into his brown eyes, “I ordered food.”
“Did you?”
“Yes. Don't say anything but I haven't eaten since, like, noon?"
He looked down at his watch as you allowed him inside and closed the door behind him.
“You are nuts," He laughed. "How have you not passed out?"
You rolled your eyes at him, but led him into your kitchen where you had just started to separate the food you had ordered. Jamie was clearly comfortable in your apartment, moving straight to your fridge and pulling out a beer for himself and your favorite wine.
These were the moments you were enjoying the most with Jamie. When you were able to exist together, and share small moments.
You could convince Jamie to watch anything you wanted, he was just happy to be with you. Tonight, you had tricked him into The Bachelor which was definitely not a show he would watch on his own.
He wasn't as focused on the show like you were, and took breaks to clean up after you guys were done eating. You would never complain about a man who cleaned. And, Jamie was clearly a neat freak which would work in your favor.
“This show is stupid,” Jamie mumbled to you, as he returned to his spot next to you on the couch. You laughed, getting comfortable again against his chest. His hand found its way to your side, his pinky finger touching your bare skin. His other arm was bent behind his head, most likely to keep himself awake.
“Do you want to watch something else?”
“You’re clearly enjoying it,” He shrugged.
“I can watch it anytime,” You replied, looking up at him. "I like to please my guests."
He laughed, turning slightly red which made your stomach do flips.
“Who do you think is going to win?”
“On The Bachelor?” He nodded. “Honestly, it’s hard to tell. But, I’m trying to not see any spoilers online so that I can authentically watch it. Personally, I’m going to hope that Madison wins, just because I think her and Peter really connect well.”
“Which one is she?”
You waited until she appeared on the screen, “Her. She’s really nice and stays out of the drama which is always a plus on this show.”
Jamie hummed in response.
“Seriously, we can watch something else, if you want?” You asked, sitting up slightly so that you could get a good look at his face.
He looked back at you, studying your features. With the shift in position, you could now feel his fingertips lightly tracing shapes on your exposed waist.
“What?” You blushed, when many seconds went by without a response. You were feeling the intensity of his stare as well as the calmness of his touch and you didn't know what to do next.
“I’m really sorry about the other day,” He said. "I can't stop thinking about it to be honest."
“Jamie, I already told you, it’s resolved. We’re good,” You assured him, reaching over to put your hand on his face. “If it was still an issue, trust me, you would know. I wouldn't be explaining The Bachelor to you.”
He smiled at you, “I know.”
“Just wait. One day, I’m really going to be in a bad mood and you’re going to have to deal with it.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” You studied Jamie for a moment, his arm flexed behind his head. Hot. His hair, somehow the perfect mix of messy and styled. Hot. His current grip on your side. Hot. Everything about him. Hot.
Once you noticed that he was watching you watch him, you finally turned your attention back to the TV. “Stop staring at me.”
“I should be saying the same thing to you, but it doesn't bother me,”
“I wish I didn’t blush so freaking much,” You groaned, making him laugh again.
“Why? I like it, it’s cute,” He shrugged.
“That’s because you feel accomplished when you make me blush.”
“No, that’s because I’m grateful that you even talk to me, let alone blush because of me,” He said.
“You, big-shot hockey captain of one of the top teams in the NHL, is grateful to be talking to me?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’re crazy.”
“I play hockey for a living. I shoot a puck, skate around, and knock guys over. You, on the other hand, do real shit and help people through actual problems. I think your job is a lot more important than mine,” He argued. “So, you’re crazy.”
“You do the same thing, Jamie,” You rolled your eyes. “Kids battling cancer look up to you in their darkest times. When you go visit them, do you even realize how special you make them feel?”
“Of course, I do. But, that’s still nothing compared to you and what you’re working for every day. I wish I could do that stuff full time.”
“Jamie,” You sat up. “Yes, you play hockey, but you’re also a role model to anyone who watches you. Hockey is hard as shit, take it from me who still doesn’t know how to skate on the ice. Why do you think they made you the captain? Why do you think you’re the face of the franchise?”
“You know,” He sat up as well. “You make me feel amazing, I hope you know that.”
“Same to you,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. He kissed your lips after, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed into him, allowing him to guide damn near every body part of yours against his.
The size difference between you two was intoxicating for you, especially in moments like this when you really just wanted him to take control. You've had your fun in the past, but there was something about Jamie that made you want to relinquish control.
Jamie's phone started to buzz on your coffee table, interrupting your moment. But, Jamie never pulled away from you. He continued to kiss you through one round of buzzes, then silence.
"You don't want to check that?" You smiled against his lips.
"Not at all." He reattached his lips to yours, his hands traveling lower on your body for a second, before trailing back up to your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he gently pulled your hair, giving himself more room to lean into you.
His phone started buzzing again, forcing him to freeze in his movements. He kissed you one more time, before pulling away from you to look at his phone, his hands still tangled in your hair. “It’s Miro.”
“Answer it. It’s 11, it could be an emergency.” You watched as Jamie picked up the phone with his hand closest to the table, holding it to his ear.
“Hey, what's up, man?” You could faintly hear Miro’s voice through the phone. Jamie’s hand moved from your hair to the back of your neck, gently massaging the area.
“I’m busy, man, not gonna lie to you,” Jamie smiled at you. You turned your head, kissing the inside of his wrist.
“Alright, alright, calm down,” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, just stay inside. I’m on my way.”
You waited as Jamie got off the phone with Miro. “What did he do now?”
“He’s hammered,” Jamie laughed. “And, needs me to pick him and Roope up, which also means make sure they get into their own beds in their own houses.”
“Captain’s duty, huh?”
“Always,” He said.
“Well, I’ll take my candy now.”
He rolled his eyes again, this time at you. He reached behind him, handing you the bag of candy.
“I’m sorry we can’t continue,” He said. “Watching the show, I mean.”
“Uh huh,” You laughed. “I know the team comes first.”
“Not a chance,” He shook his head. He leaned over, kissing you again. “I had fun tonight. Hopefully I can get a second date?”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it." He smiled, kissing you once more. “Text me when you get home?”
“Yeah, I will.”
-----
The perks of dating a captain of a NHL team included many team parties with free food and alcohol. At first, you were worried about how some of the guys would feel having you around during down time, but it felt like a big family.
You were intentional about checking in with players in sessions around your presence, and it seemed like they loved to have you around. And, you really liked the approval you had gotten for your relationship with Jamie. You finally felt like you could relax into your relationship and not hide.
Today, Jamie was hosting a low-key BBQ with the players and their families. He took hosting duties seriously: decorations, caterers and homemade food, and endless drinks. It was actually shocking how much he cared to foster a good environment for his guys, and it was really attractive.
He forced you to be hands off, citing that you were a guest no matter how many times you tried to argue. He spent most of the party traveling around the group, making sure everyone was having a good time. Once he was certain he checked in with everyone face-to-face, he took his moment to pull you into the kitchen for a few minutes.
You and Jamie were both in agreement to keep PDA light at team outings, but that didn't mean Jamie was going to keep his distance from you for hours.
He brought you a piece of Pavelski's wife's pie which you were basically devouring as he recounted the football game he just refereed between some of the guys' kids. He sat on his kitchen counter while you stood between his legs, watching the videos he recorded. Listening to his voice in the videos, you thought He's such a dad.
More than a few minutes passed by after you finished the pie, but neither you or Jamie made any movements to rejoin the group.
With your back against him, his hands were around your body, which was fine, until he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms and shoulders as he spoke about random things. If it wasn’t for your long sleeve shirt, Jamie would be feeling the goosebumps that he was causing.
“Jamie,” You whispered, cutting him off. “Are you good?”
“Yeah, why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at you.
“A little handsy there, aren't we?”
“Sorry,” He blushed. “I wasn’t thinking about it.”
“I didn’t say stop,” You mumbled. "I just can't focus on anything you're saying when you're touching me like that."
“I'm sorry, baby," He replied.
"So, should we talk about when we’re gonna reschedule our sleepover?” You asked, turning around in his arms.
“I think planning it kind of backfired last time,” He said. “How about now?”
“What?”
“I’m sure no one will miss us. I mean, we’ve been in here for 10 minutes and no one has come in." He was watching your expression, his eyes gliding over every part of your face as you considered his offer. What the hell.
"Your bedroom does have a lock, right?” You surprised yourself with your agreement.
Jamie laughed, nodding before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "It does. And, I kind of already told the guys to host themselves."
“You’re insane,” You mumbled against him.
“If we’re not going upstairs, we have to stop now,” He breathed against your lips. “Seriously, I already need a cold shower.”
“Come on,” He gently pushed you back before stepping down from the counter. He grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs.
“Slow down,” You laughed as he pulled you up the stairs.
He pulled you into his bedroom, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. He leaned over you as he locked the door to his room. “If someone knocks, it’s your fault.”
“No one told you to throw a barbeque today,” You smiled up at him.
“And, no one told you to show up looking this good,” He said, kissing you, using his bodyweight to hold you between him and the door.
His size is everything.
-----
“The food wasn’t terrible today, man,” Tyler joked.
“Why are you still here?” Jamie looked at him. “Everyone already left.”
“This love-hate relationship that you guys have going on is very entertaining to watch,” You added.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you guys later,” Tyler rolled his eyes. He gave you a hug before attempting to hug Jamie but he pushed him away. You shook your head as you hopped up to sit on the counter, exactly where Jamie was sitting before your moment upstairs.
As Tyler was the last guest out, he left you and Jamie finally alone at his place.
“Everything is mostly clean besides the grill, but I’ll clean that tomorrow. Everyone complimented your plates, by the way.”
“I told you,” You laughed. “You can get plastic plates and tupperware but it doesn’t have to be the plainest one.”
“Just take your compliment,” He teased as he finished washing his hands.
He walked over to you to stand in between your legs. “Did you have a good time today?”
“I had the best time,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Which is always the case when I’m with you.”
“I feel like I can finally breathe around you now,” He mumbled before meeting you in a kiss. His hands moved to your hips, “Thank you for coming today.”
“No pun intended?”
He laughed, “Not originally but I guess it fits, huh?”
"Thank you for waiting," You whispered to him. "I know I probably made you wait longer than you're used to, but I'm happy we waited."
"I was about to explode for sure, but I would do anything for you," He replied, "You're worth it."
"So, you still actually like me?"
"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, stepping closer to you, if that was even possible. He raised his hand to the ponytail in your hair, tugging gently to lift your lips to his. "I'm obsessed with you."
"I can't tell if you're real," You replied, looking over his features.
"Really?" He kissed you again. "5 months in and you still doubt me?"
"I don't doubt you, per se," You smiled when his hair fell over his eyes. "I doubt everyone."
"What can I do to get special treatment?"
"I think you've had enough special treatment actually," You laughed. "I should head home."
"You can't stay?"
"I didn't pack a bag and I'm off tomorrow."
"More reason why you should stay here because so am I," He said. " I have an extra toothbrush, and all the basic necessities you might need."
"On one condition," You replied. "Tomorrow, you have to make me your mom's pizza recipe. I've been thinking about it for weeks."
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6
Teaser: “Do you honestly think I’m going to hurt you?”
Usually when you woke in the morning, you cuddled back into your covers, chasing any warmth that would allow you to fall back asleep. The day you could wake up and get up within five minutes was probably the same day that pigs would fly.
Today, however, was the warmest you had ever waken up. And, all of that was due to the body that was wrapped around you, radiating the perfect amount of heat onto your skin and through your veins.
When you stretched against the body wrapped around you, it molded against you, almost as if it was a reflex. You opened your eyes slowly, eyes adjusting to your space. You immediately recognized the room as Connor’s, and thanked whoever for the black out curtains that were protecting your peace at the moment. You could still see the sun just enough that there was a shadow falling over the room.
You settled in the bed, looking over at Connor who was still sound asleep. His eyes were closed, and you took a second to look over his features. You spent enough time pressed against him to have his features memorized by now, but the pure relaxation on his face caused the butterflies to flutter in your stomach.
It wasn’t even thirty seconds before Connor twitched in his sleep, seemingly waking himself up. His grip on you tightened as he moved, a yawn escaping his lips. You watched him as he nuzzled his face into the pillow under him, eyes blinking open.
He smiled immediately when he saw that you were awake, loosening his grip around you, “Hi.”
“Hi,” You responded, mirroring his smile.
He didn’t say anything after that, not that he needed to, but he also didn’t fully release you from his hold. He just looked over your features with a look of pure content. Like he could look at you all day. You knew he could, because he told you that everyday and showed you whenever he was with you. It was almost too domestic, and too much of what you had been missing in your past relationships.
You could wake up in Connor’s arms for the rest of your life. He held you just right, and looked at you in a way that gave you goosebumps every single time. Can you like someone a little too much? you asked yourself daily.
You couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with Connor, and that scared you.
It was with him that you felt you could be the truest version of yourself. He accepted you when you were feeling clingy and just wanted to be held. He accepted you when you became too invested in a show and declined getting up for anything but food and the bathroom. He accepted you when you didn’t mind skipping a shower. He accepted you when you were stressed. When you were impatient. Or angry (even if it was directed at him). He accepted all parts of you, and never looked at you any different.
You were afraid that you would get too comfortable in his arms, when they weren’t guaranteed to be there tomorrow, in a year, or even ten years.
You were strong and independent, you knew that. But, that was because you allowed yourself to feel all of your emotions in the solace of your couch and a bottle of wine. Today, you couldn’t remember the last time you were upset and didn’t find comfort in Connor. In the matter of less than a year, he had essentially become your safe space. And, that terrified the hell out of you, because you knew how much you loved to retreat to said space. How much you loved said space. Loved?
Returning back to reality rather than the mess of your thoughts, your eyes moved to Connor’s again to find him already watching you. His brows were furrowed slightly, as if he could sense your fears bubbling over.
He had been watching your thoughts moving around in your head for the past few moments and you didn’t even notice. It was almost as if making eye contact with you threw into another reality.
You sighed, moving to lay on your back to stare at the ceiling instead. He didn’t move at first, giving you a few seconds to breathe and allowing himself to think about his next move.
Connor has made it clear that his one goal is to learn you and your needs. He never pressed more than necessary and paused to collect information before responding. So when you finally nudged your leg under his, he moved closer to you, pulling you into his arms again.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispered into your hair.
“I’m reading into things too much, it’s nothing” You murmured, closing your eyes again. Connor kissed your temple, and you admitted, “I’m really scared.”
“Of us?”
You nodded in response, and Connor didn’t hesitate to make you look at him. He searched your eyes before he firmly pressed his lips against yours. He didn’t have to say anything, but you could feel him in your toes. It was as if he was talking to you through the kiss. You had to stop yourself from chasing his lips as he pulled back.
“I love you.” Those words kept replaying in your head to confirm you heard him right. You moved to respond, turning your body in bed to face him, but he wasn’t finished, “I don’t want you to be scared because I’m not going anywhere.”
You couldn’t help but smile at him, feeling your chest expand against him, “Everyone says that.”
“Yeah, well, everyone’s not me,” His lips twitched into a smile as he pulled you closer to him, if that was even physically possible. He nuzzled his face into your hair, clearly getting comfortable enough to go back to sleep. “Do you honestly think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No,” You replied. “But, I think that scares me even more.” You felt him nod against you.
“I get it,” He responded. Before he continued, his fingers pressed against your jaw gently, turning your head to look him in the eyes again. “Thank you for telling me. We’ll work on it, yeah? Together.”
“That sounds nice.”
“I don’t want you to operate from fear with me, I want you to feel safe to be happy. All I want to do is make you happy.”
You’re not sure if you would have been able to admit this in that moment, but you knew you loved Connor, it wasn’t a question anymore. He easily said he loved you and didn’t even allow there to be any pressure on you to say it back. Even though, if he would have given you a few seconds of awkward silence, you would have jumped at the opportunity to confess your love for him.
~
At first, you thought Connor’s road trip would be unbearable. You thought about not being able to randomly stop by his house because you wanted to see him. Or not hearing your phone go off from his unannounced “Outside” texts.
But, by day 3, you were still feeling his presence through texting, calling, and FaceTiming. You spoke throughout the day, he always made sure to reach out to you in the morning (sometimes before you were even awake), at least once during the day, and right before he went to sleep. Every time his name and face flashed across your screen, you smiled regardless of where you were or what you were in the middle of.
Today, you had two morning classes and then the afternoon free from work. You settled on your couch to watch TV for a bit but ended up asleep not too long after.
Connor, on the other hand, was leaving a team lunch to head back to his hotel room when he realized it had been a few hours since he last checked in on you. He had the rest of the afternoon off, with an early wake up tomorrow morning so he was hoping to catch you during your homework session.
You never really got the chance to experience Connor as a friend, but as a boyfriend, he memorized every detail of your life that he could. He sometimes knew your daily schedule more than you did.
The team was heading to a get-together that night, but Connor had a few hours before he had to start getting ready. He knew your plans from asking the night before, and knew that you got out of class early and would be staying home.
When you woke up from your nap hours later, you stretched on the couch. Yawning, you opened your eyes to look around. Your living room was dark, except the light coming from your TV.
Shit. There goes the homework you wanted to get done early. You tapped your phone screen to see that is was almost 9 pm. You also saw that you had a few notifications from Connor. He called you twice, but also sent a text.
“hey baby, I’m heading out with the guys but call whenever. haven’t heard you voice all day, it’s killing me. miss you”
You smiled to yourself, before pressing the FaceTime icon under his name.
He answered within seconds, but you could tell he was still with the guys.
“Wait, one sec,” You heard him say into the phone. The screen was grainy but from what you could see, he was moving through a crowd with loud music playing in the background.
You looked at your own reflection, and wiped the crust from your eyes, and the side of your lips. Maybe I should have washed my face first.
You heard a door open, and then the voices in the background lowered. Connor finally looked into the phone, smiling at you.
“Hi, baby, how are you?” He asked as he closed the door behind him. He looked around for a second before moving forward and sitting down on what appeared to be steps.
“Good,” You responded. “What are you up to?”
“I’m at a friend of Leon’s,” He answered. “A couple of the guys wanted to hang out tonight so there’s a shit ton of huge guys in there.”
“Oh, then call me later, when you’re free.”
“No, I’m free right now, I can talk,” He stopped you. “I’ve barely talked to you today and it looks like you’re getting ready to sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” He emphasized. “How has your day been?”
“It was nice, I actually just woke up from a nap. That’s why I missed your call earlier and look like shit right now.”
“You look edible right now, definitely not shit,” He laughed. “Do you remember when you claimed that you weren’t the person who napped?”
“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes. “On both points.”
“Now look at you,” He continued, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You shook your head, biting your lip as a smile fought its way onto your lips. “All because of me, and you’re welcome, by the way.”
“Are you done?”
“Probably not. How were your classes this morning?” He asked.
“They were okay. It was nice to just be in and out in three hours but coming back to that essay was agonizing,” You sighed. “I cannot afford to fail this class but I might have to accept defeat. I was supposed to be working on it now but I slept for hours because I guess that was easier.”
He was silent for a beat as he processed your words, “You just started this essay, right?”
“Yeah, today.”
“What else is going on in the class that makes you think you need to accept defeat? Especially this early.”
“Do you really want to hear about my classes while you’re on a road trip?” You asked, letting out a laugh after.
“I always want to hear about anything going on with you,” He responded without a beat.
“You’re so soft, Con,” You said, your voice going unintentionally light.
“I was expecting you to call me McDavid and be chirping,” He let out a laugh.
"I wasn’t,” You said. “But, you ruined it now.”
“Well, I really miss you, a lot. And, I want to know what’s going on with you while I’m away, so yes, tell me about your classes.”
“I really miss you, too,” You replied, sighing into the phone. “Why can’t you just stay in Edmonton? I hate you guys.”
He let out a laugh, “I know, I hate us right now, too.”
“But, you’re playing so well. I think I’m actually starting to get it and I’ve kind of been screaming at my TV.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I had to reevaluate myself after but I was definitely a proud girlfriend.”
“Good,” He responded. “ We should watch some games when I get back. I want to see you in action.”
“Oh, please, you just have thing for compliments,” You rolled your eyes at him, laughing.
“There’s that, too,” He said. “But, back to you. Tell me about this class, what have the first few days been?”
“It’s been fine, I guess. The professor seems intense but reasonable. We have a presentation at the end that I’m actually kind of scared for. It’s going to be in front of the entire class which is close to sixty people.”
“We’ll practice,” He said. “I would suggest the guys but I would never do that to you.”
“I would kill you if you did,” You responded.
“We’ll figure it out and then you’ll nail it, I promise,” He said. “That’s handled. What else?”
“How are you so sure?”
“Because I know you, and your work ethic?” He said as if it was the most obvious thing. “And, I’ll make sure you have whatever you need.”
“You’re crazy,” You shook your head, biting your slip from stopping the smile that was fighting its way onto your lips.. “Literally insane.”
“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes. “But, really, what else?”
“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “Everything is confusing me. I don’t really understand anything.”
“I think you should consider office hours, baby,” He suggested. “Maybe tutoring and talking it out with someone who knows will help.”
“I will,” I said. “I think I’m overthinking again, I have time to figure it out. I’m just going to take it one assignment at a time.”
“That’s my girl,” He hummed. Although Connor was the one known to have a special liking for compliments, sometimes, he said things to you that made you wish you could climb on top of him.
“I just got mad that you’re traveling again,” You sighed.
He laughed, “Tell me about it.” His attention turned towards someone off camera. A few seconds later, he nodded to them before looking back at you.
“Don’t worry, go. I’m now wide awake so I’m going to do the homework I was supposed to be doing earlier.”
“Okay, I’ll call you when I’m getting ready for bed. Text me if I missed my window.”
“Bye, handsome.”
He smiled, “The things I’m gonna do to you when I get home.”
You blushed at his words, rolling your eyes, “Whatever, Connor. I’ll talk to you tonight.”
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“What are you doing right now?” Jayne’s voice sounded in your ear seconds after you answered her call. You had gotten home from work nearly two hours ago, taking time to only shower then collapse in your living room.
"Laying on my couch watching Netflix,” you responded.
“Well, we’re having some people over after 8 and I want you to come,” She said.
“Last minute invite, nice," You rolled your eyes. "What does 'some people' mean?"
“The team and close friends,” Was the reply. It was never just the "team and close friends."
“I don’t feel like doing my makeup, Jayne,” You groaned. “Or, even getting dressed for that matter. I just laid down.”
“Come on, please?” She pleaded. “It’s lowkey so you don’t have to really wear makeup if you don’t want to.”
"But I would need to change. Do you know how much energy that would require?"
"If we waited around for you to have energy, we would never see you!" You heard Alex yell in the background.
"Why am I always on speaker?"
"You have something to hide from me, Y/L/N?"
“Anyway,” You rolled your eyes. “Will jeans and a t-shirt satisfy you guys? It doesn't sound like I can get out of this.”
“That sounds perfect,” Jayne responded. “Just come by whenever you’re ready.”
“Do you want me to bring anything?”
“Nope, we’re all good. See you when you get here!”
“Bye.”
You definitely took your time getting ready. Although you said you wouldn't put in any effort, you ended up showering, doing light makeup, AND coordinating a presentable outfit.
By the time you pulled into Jayne and Alex's gate, you could tell quite the crowd had already started to form inside. You took a deep breath before pushing your way through the doors and the growing crowd. Saying hi to a few people as you made your way to the kitchen, you made a beeline for the Vodka bottle.
"I thought you weren't going to show," Alex appeared next to you within a few seconds.
"I considered it," You smiled.
"How's the job search going?"
You rolled your eyes, "Is that really the first question you want to ask me when I have a glass bottle in my hand?"
He laughed loudly, voice echoing over the music, "Understood, boss."
"I thought this was supposed to be a small get-together?" You asked.
"Is that what Jayne said?"
"Your wife is a liar."
"No argument there," He shook his head. "But, if you need a minute, the patio is always pretty quiet, because I always tell the guys to stay away from it."
"I'll probably head out there for a bit before I put on my social smile."
Alex left you alone in the kitchen, wheels already turning in his head. He pulled his wife, Jayne, away from her friends and into their bedroom.
"What? She was just going to give me what moisturizer she's been using!"
"One, your skin is beautiful, baby," She smiled at that. "Two, Y/N just got here and I think she's going to the patio."
"Is she okay? Should I go check on her?"
"She's fine. And no, you shouldn't go, but maybe someone else. If I'm the one to tell him to go to the patio, it's going to be obvious."
"Well, he was telling me earlier that he had a headache from the music."
"You have to be slick about it," Alex coached. "If he even smells bullshit, he'll figure it out once he gets out there."
"Okay, so what do I do?"
****
You made a deal with yourself: you could only stay outside for four songs. Anything more than that, you should have just stayed home. You knew Jayne wouldn't invite you out if the other half of the experiment wasn't here, and you had to make yourself seen.
The third song started to play, and you began to coach yourself to be the social butterfly you knew you could be. All before...
“Can I join you?” You turned around at the sound of the voice. You smiled widely when you locked eyes with Colton. My savior.
“Yes, of course,” You slid over, making room for him on the stairs. “Get tired of the crowd?”
“A little bit," He laughed. "This song is a fan favorite and I don't think my head can take the yelling. Plus, I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were good."
“Oh,” I waved him off. “I’m fine, just needed to feel fresh air for a second.”
“It is getting a little tight in there now,” He commented, looking over his shoulder to Alex and Jayne’s home which had continued to fill up more and more in the past half hour.
“How’s your night going?” You asked.
He shrugged, “Pretty good, this was the only thing I got out of bed for today.”
“That sounds like such an amazing day,” You nodded. “I’m jealous.”
“You worked today?” Nod again. “When was your last day off?”
You thought back, “Last Tuesday, maybe? I’m not sure.”
“You’ve worked ten days straight?”
“I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” You sighed.
“I’m not going to say anything,” He held up his hands. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.”
“Thank you,” You said, letting out a laugh after.
“But, you deserve better.”
“I remember our deal at the bar, Colton," You pointed out. “I plan on holding up my end, trust me.”
“How do you even work that much?”
"Well, not everyone is on an NHL contracted salary," You responded. "I do have to pay my bills."
"I get that part, but how do you actually make it through every day when you hate your job?"
You smiled, incidentally leaning closer to him as you reached into my left pocket. You pulled out the bag of gummy worms you had brought, “Sugar.”
Colton took a slightly deeper breath when he got a waft of your shampoo as you leaned closer to him. He had never smelled anything like it, like you. And your smile. His eyes flickered to your lips and back up before he could even register it.
You were doing things to him that even he had never felt before. That’s why it was so easy for him to mistake the goosebumps you gave him for being from the windy night air.
“No way,” Colton laughed. “The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is a soda.”
“Yeah, it’s either that or candy,” You agreed. “Sometimes I get worried that I might get diabetes.”
“Me too,” He responded. “If you had to pick one food or drink to have an unlimited supply of for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
“One?” You asked, earning a nod. “Hm, I’m not really sure. I feel like if I had an unlimited supply of gummy worms, that’d be great. They definitely raise the prices once a month.”
“You’d get a lot of cavities,” Colton commented.
“I wouldn’t eat it all at once, but to not have to buy it every single time I have a craving? Heaven,” You sighed, happily.
He smiled as he shook his head, “Heaven with cavities.”
“You’re one to talk,” You chirped lightly. “You’re going to get diabetes with all the sugar you consume from those cokes. At least my gummy worms are sugar-free.”
He rolled his eyes, “Then, does that really help? Anything sugar free is a scam.”
You laughed at him, your head thrown back. “It tastes the same!”
“I can’t believe you,” He shook his head, smiling. “Phony.”
A comfortable silence fell over you both for a few moments.
“You guys had a game yesterday, right?” You asked as another song began to play inside.
“Yeah,” He nodded.
“I’m taking it didn’t go as planned?”
“It was alright,” He shrugged lightly, looking back over Alex and Jayne’s yard.
“That’s exactly what I said when you asked about work at the bar,” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Should I be encouraging you to quit, too?”
He laughed, “Not at all.”
“Yeah, my job doesn’t come with traveling the country.” You said. “Honestly, I’m still super confused about hockey and the calls that refs make. I mostly just let Jayne translate for me.”
Laughing, “Refs definitely make bullshit calls a lot, though.”
“Is that what happened yesterday? I didn’t catch the game but Jayne was texting me about it.”
He shrugged, “There were a couple of questionable calls, but we lost because we’re not playing the way we should be.”
“Well, I guess you guys are going to be busy at your next practice".
“I just feel like my game has been lacking so much lately,” Colton sighed, eyes still trained on the yard ahead. “And, then we just keep losing so that solidifies it.”
“Or, it solidifies that the entire team needs to try something different?” You suggested, raising your eyebrows at him. “It is a team sport, right? You can’t take all the heat for yourself, just like you can’t take all the praise.”
“I’m pretty sure I deserve the heat, though.”
“Okay, break it down for me, since I’m a hockey idiot,” You started, turning to face him. “Tell me what you think is going wrong.”
“You’re not an idiot,” He rolled his eyes. “And, do you really want me to bore you with hockey at a party? You don't want to go back inside and have fun?
“To be honest, I lied before. I’m actually out here because I didn’t want to come in the first place but Jayne begged and also lied about how many people would be here. Which is very common for her, so I don't know why I fell for it.”
“I’m obligated to be here because of the team,” He let out a laugh.
“So, we both got screwed,” You laughed, making him smile. “I was going to just sit in silence anyway, so if you want to talk about hockey, I’ll listen.”
It was a genuine offer, and Colton knew that as he looked into your eyes. He felt something at that moment, but he really couldn’t figure out what it was. It was almost a calming feeling, like all the stresses he had been feeling were subdued for the time that he was with you.
He explained everything to you, way more than you were ever going to be able to remember but you watched him relax as he talked. What started as a self-deprecating account turned into Colton going through some of his favorite hockey moments, of his career and of all time.
“I wish I had something to be this invested in,” You let out a laugh after he had finished going over the team’s Stanley Cup run.
“Well, what are you interested in?” He turned to you, leaning back against the patio. He took another sip of his drink. “Now it’s your turn to talk.”
And, talk, you did. You surprised yourself with how much you told Colton, but he had given the same amount. It was only fair. You were reminded then how much you got along with him. Even though you guys only spoke at times like these where the team was gathered with close friends, he was always one of the easiest people to talk to. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to be catching up at parties.
Colton enjoyed your conversation and realized that you both had a lot more in common than he originally thought. And, you could clearly talk about anything. Well, obviously. We’re friends, he thought.
And, Alex. There was a voice in Colton’s head, telling him that you were the person he was being set up with. The louder voice, however, reminded him that Alex cared too much about you to ever set you up with someone on the team, let alone him.
Colton vowed at that moment to completely remove you from his list of potential matches. It would only hurt him in the end, to wish it was you and then be disappointed. He felt that it was nearly impossible for it to happen, and he actually enjoyed having you as someone to talk to. She’s a friend. He had to respect Alex’s wishes, and if he was being honest, he thought you were out of his league too.
“Hey, Y/N?” You both turned at the sound of a voice behind you. “Jayne is looking for you.”
“Oh, okay,” You smiled at Ryan. “I’ll be right in.”
He nodded, disappearing back inside.
“She’s probably going to make me drink something with her so I don’t know how conversational I’ll be after that.”
Colton laughed, “Maybe another time, then.”
“Definitely next time,” You corrected, pushing yourself up to your feet. “I want to hear all about the team’s crazy comeback, and your point streak.”
“How do you know that’s gonna happen?” He laughed. “What if you just jinxed it?”
“I feel it in my gut, Colt.” You said, right before you disappeared inside to find Jayne.
Although you didn’t realize it, your words stuck with Colton. Not just your belief in him, but the nickname, too. It wasn’t the first time you’ve used it, but it was the first time it gave him goosebumps.
A few hours later, as the party died down and people began to disperse, you were having a very tipsy conversation with an also very tipsy Jayne. “I’m really glad you came.”
“Honestly,” You paused, pursing your lips. “It was bad, at all. I actually talked to Colton for a bit and then drank, probably a bit too much, with Vince.”
“Really?” She quickly found something to occupy her eyes with because although she was drunk, there was no way she was going to blow up her own plan. “How was that? Your talk with Colton, I mean. We all know how Vince gets at these.”
“None of your business,” You joked with a serious tone. Jayne froze, looking back at you.
“Uh-”
“-Dude, I was just kidding,” You furrowed your eyebrows curiously at her with a laugh. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” She recovered, taking a sip of her drink again. "I thought something happened."
“Okay,” You trailed off. In your drunken state, you didn’t bother to further question. “It was actually pretty nice, though. We talked about hockey and my job, nothing serious.”
“That’s cool,” Jayne said. “I’m glad, he’s been feeling down lately.”
“Yeah, I could tell. I just told him he doesn’t need to be because all I hear about him from the other guys is how good he is. Tonight was actually the first night I somewhat understood hockey,” You shrugged absentmindedly. Not knowing how to respond without blurting out “You’re perfect for each other!” Jayne began to recount what she could remember of her night.
Later that night, Alex and Jayne settled in bed after making sure you were asleep in their guest room.
“How drunk are you?” Alex laughed at his wife, pulling back the covers for her.
“Just a little,” Jayne responded with a laugh. “But, I think we’re making headway with the plan.”
Raising his eyebrows, “How? What did I miss?”
“Y/N and Colton were on the steps for at least an hour talking tonight!” Jayne whispered excitedly. “She said it was really nice.”
“Holy shit,” Alex said. “She figured it out, then?”
“No, no, I don’t think she has a clue. Maybe if she was sober, she would have put two and two together, but I tried not to pry too much and make it obvious.”
“What did they talk about?”
“She said this was the first night she actually understood anything about hockey.” Alex smiled, rolling his eyes. “And, I guess they talked about her job, too.”
“Well, it had to be good if they talked for an hour, right?” Alex shrugged. “Is that really where he disappeared to? I remember him saying he was getting a drink and then I didn't see him for a while.”
“I guess so.”
“Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was in a better mood when he came back,” Alex said.
“Do you think they’re going to figure it out?”
“I feel like Y/N is going to catch on sooner than we think,” Alex said, looking up at the ceiling. “She over analyzes everything.”
“I don’t think so," Jayne replied. "Do you see the way Colton looks at her?"
"No, how?" Alex looked over at her.
"Like she puts the fucking stars in the sky," Jayne laughed. "I only noticed it tonight, but I think he may already have it figured out."
"I highly doubt it, he would have said something to me."
"Well, until either of them say anything, the plan is still in motion. We should talk about next steps in the morning. I have to sleep."
Sticking true to what he admitted to Alex and Jayne when the plan started, Colton couldn't fake an interest in Amy the night you were all out. It was pointless since he knew it wouldn't go farther than a night. The only thing on his mind was Alex’s warning before they left the locker room.
You should be on your best behavior tonight. He didn’t know what that meant, but he had a feeling you were at the bar, even if he had no idea who you were.
He discounted Amy immediately, seeing as he just met her and she for sure didn't know Alex or Jayne, the masterminds behind this elaborate plan. He would never be rude enough to cut a conversation short, Amy wasn't that bad. But within twenty minutes, he found himself moving back towards the group of guys and away from the woman who clearly wanted his attention.
After Vince dropped you off at your house that night, you almost convinced yourself that he was the person you were being set up with. He flirted as he usually did, but something felt different. Maybe it was you, in your head about finding your "perfect match." Any mutual friend between the three of you felt like fair play.
But, you knew Alex, and Alex would never set you up with Vince. In fact, he had told you numerous times in the past to steer clear. Not because he didn’t trust Vince, but because Vince was still living out his twenties, with the swarm of women around him.
There was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t judge. But, Alex knew how turned off you would be with someone who might struggle to keep his eyes only on you. If Vince was in a different stage of life, maybe things could work out. However, Alex's voice continued to ring through your ears: "I will murder you."
As the weeks went by and you were now a little over a month into this “experiment” put together by Jayne and Alex, you still had no idea who the other half of the equation might be. Clueless, was a better way to describe you.
“Okay, so,” Jayne smiled, dropping herself beside you on her couch. “You guys have talked. Obviously, we couldn’t really catch what you were saying but you both looked comfortable.”
“Okay?”
“We think you should try to talk to people more, about other stuff.”
“Like what?” You looked between Jayne and Alex, who was sprawled out on the other couch. “What does that mean?"
“You know what we mean,” Alex rolled his eyes. "There's a difference in the way you talk to me and some of the other guys on the team, right?"
"Well, you're my best friend's husband that I've known longest, so yeah."
"Yes, but you know how to avoid answering all questions and not sharing information about yourself with literally everyone. People are too phased to notice it, but as people who actually hear what goes through your head, you avoid everything," Jayne read you.
"I don't get what you mean."
"Hey, I get it, I hate people in my life and my head. But, our marriage wouldn't work if I didn't at least tell Jayne."
You sighed, staring at the wall ahead.
"Why is that so uncomfortable for you?"
You turned to look at Jayne for a few moments, tongue pressed to the top of your mouth. "I'm insane."
"What?" Alex asked with a laugh.
"Tell me I'm not," You challenged. "If I told everyone what goes on in my head, you think I would be able to show my face in public?"
"I think you have a normal amount of insanity," Jayne rolled her eyes. "And, who cares? It's not about if you're crazy or not, it's about you giving someone the opportunity to get close to you. This plan isn't going to work if you're skating around every conversation you've had with him."
"Who is him?"
"Nice try," Alex responded.
"It's been way too long for me, I hate this."
"What do you hate about it?"
"Letting someone in, getting hurt, feeling too vulnerable, it's disgusting. I don't know if I can actually do it."
"It's hard, I know. But, just trust us. I can't make any promises but you are literally one of the most important people in my and my family's life. The last thing I'll do is let you get hurt. I'll kill him before he even has a chance."
"So, he's on the team?" It was subtle and fleeting, but with how much time you spent with them, you noticed the quick glance Alex and Jayne shared at your response to Alex's promise.
"Stop fucking asking questions about him," Jayne rolled her eyes. "You both are so annoying."
“Are you sure I’ve talked to him already? I don’t remember half the conversations I have when you’re around.”
“We know.”
“What does that mean?” You raised your eyebrows. “What did I do?”
“Oh, nothing,” Alex sang. “You might forget, but we don’t.”
“What does that mean?” You groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.
“It means that you may have already approved of our choice, but that’s all we’re going to say.”
“When I was drunk?” Your eyes widened. "Why would you guys ask me when I'm drunk? How am I supposed to remember that?"
"Technically, ma'am, you brought it up and we just let you talk," Alex replied.
“Yep, and you can’t back out now, we’re in too deep,” Jayne said. “Look, just consider getting to know the people around you and you’ll see.”
“But I can’t just have deep conversations with every single guy I talk to, that’s crazy.”
“Well, it’s not every guy,” Alex rolled his eyes. “It has to be someone that we know, too, and someone that you don’t despise. We’re your friends, we know what you like so it’s not like we’re gonna go far to pick someone.”
"So, not on the team?"
"We're not answering that, that would give too much information either way."
You huffed, “So, you guys still think this is a good idea?”
“I think it’s a great idea,” Alex shrugged. “Come on, isn’t it kind of exciting?”
“No,” You rolled your eyes, standing up. “Have deeper conversations with strangers, thanks for that progress report. It really helped.”
“Oh, come on,” Jayne laughed. “You’re having fun and you know it.”
“Fun isn’t really the word. More like ‘stuck,’ because even though I think this is a terrible idea, I want to know who it is.”
“I guess you’re still on board then,” Alex shrugged with a smile on his face.
“I genuinely hate you guys,” You mumbled.
“Hey, you never know, you might even figure it out today,” Jayne said as you walked out of their kitchen.
“I doubt it but whatever,” You called back to her as you gathered your things. You had to head into work and probably wouldn't see them for another few days. “See you guys later.”
"Come out when we invite you!" Jayne yelled as you opened their front door. "Your future husband will be there."
When Alex invited Colton over for dinner a few nights later after a game, Colton knew he couldn’t decline. Any chance at possibly figuring out who he was being set up with was a chance that he was willing to take.
He didn’t expect to be so wrapped up in this plan. He wasn’t entirely focused on the plan, more so on the possibility of spending time with someone who was on the same page as him.
He always had conversations with Alex and the guys about long-term plans and settling into a family, whether in the locker room or as they traveled from city to city. For a while, he felt that he was too young to settle down. But, now? Seeing all his bestfriends in relationships and starting to have families gave him FOMO, especially when he no longer salivated at one-night stands.
“How are you feeling, man?” Alex asked.
“I’m alright,” Colton shrugged.
“We wanted to invite you over to see how you’re doing with the plan. We’re over a month in now.”
“Honestly,” Colton started. “I have no idea who it is, or where to even start looking.”
Jayne laughed, “Neither does she.”
“So, how can this work if we never figure it out?”
“We still have a few tricks under our sleeves, give it time” Alex smiled.
“Have you been seeing anyone though? Like, romantically,” Jayne asked.
“To be honest, this is all I can think about.”
“So, you haven’t brought anyone home for a month?”
“Basically,” Colton confirmed. “I mean, Y/N tried to get me with this girl that last time we were all out, but you told me to be on my best behavior, and to be honest, I wasn’t interested.”
Jayne did her best not to smile at the mention of your name, but Alex and she found it funny how oblivious you guys were to each other. It could work in their favor, or you both could continue to tiptoe around each other and never figure it out.
“Well, we know for a fact that you have talked to her, multiple times. But, we’re going to tell you the same thing we told her, just try to talk to people more. Ask questions and don’t just have those stupid 5-minute passing conversations. You won’t figure out who it is like that.”
“So, I’m just supposed to have long conversations with every woman I come across?” Colton furrowed his eyebrows.
“No, just the women that we all know, and that you could potentially be interested in. Any more details and we’re going to spoil it.”
“I don’t understand, we all know at least 100 of the same women.”
“Don't be dramatic,” Alex rolled his eyes, something he had been doing a lot of recently. “Just remember who you’ve talked to, and capitalize.”
***
"You good?" You felt a gentle hand on your back as you sat at the bar, staring at the TV screen in front of you. You didn't know what was playing, but you couldn't afford to have your attention anywhere else.
"Hello?" Vince furrowed his eyebrows when you didn't respond.
You snapped out of your trance, turning to him, "Yeah, sorry, I'm good."
His eyes searched your face as he got comfortable in the seat next to you. "You sure about that?"
There was no point in lying because you had been caught red-handed by someone who was never afraid to call you out on your bullshit. Instead, you reached for your drink and quickly downed the rest in one gulp.
"I'll be fine."
"Two more of whatever she's having," Vince said to the bartender.
"Did you come straight from work?" He asked, looking down at his watch.
"Yep, figured I'd get a head start on everyone."
He laughed, "Want to share more?"
"Do you really want to hear?" You raised your eyebrows.
"I'm asking, so yes, I want to hear," He smiled. You watched as he pulled his chair closer to yours as if getting ready to give you his undivided attention.
You started off slow, recounting your day that began with waking up 46 minutes into the scheduled check-in with your supervisor at work. This was of course followed by a scolding when you finally made it to the office, and an inbox full of unread messages.
Vince's attention never wavered, even in the chaos of the bar. You both hadn't even noticed that the group chat for the night had announced that everyone would be meeting at a different bar instead.
"They sent this 37 minutes ago," Vince said, looking at his phone. "do you want to go meet them? I think it's a few streets down."
"Not really, but if you want to, you can. I think I'll head home."
"I'll walk with you."
You nodded. You moved to reach for your wallet to pay the bill but Vince cut you off.
"You better not," He said, reaching for his own.
"You paid for my drinks last time, and I told you not again."
"I promise you, I'm not gonna argue about this but you're never paying for your drinks when I'm around."
"What the fuck is that?" You laughed. "Trying to wow me, Dunn?"
He rolled his eyes as he escorted you out of the bar that had gotten a lot more crowded since you sat down three hours before.
"Are you going to answer my question?"
He sighed, "I've known you for a long time, and we've seen each other through a lot, even if it's been from a distance. I can tell you're hurting, or whatever, so just let me do something."
"Hurting, or whatever," You mocked him with a laugh as you hugged yourself. He paused in his steps, walking behind you to position himself on the side closest to the road.
"Shut the fuck up," He laughed. "I consider you to be a friend, even moreso these past few months so yeah, I'm gonna pay for your drinks when we're out."
"I don't think I want to argue with you."
"Please, don't."
"So friend?"
"Trust me, I know you're way out of my league," He smiled. "No hidden agenda here."
when is check you out part 7 comin out??? no pressure!!! :)
It will be out soon! I’m so sorry for the delay—I’m working on the next parts for the 3 stories I’m in between, just been busy with work. I appreciate y’all’s patience 🥰
The energy in the rink was palpable. You could see fans crying with joy as soon as Tyler let off the game-winning goal. The boys were in the second overtime against the New York Islanders, and the game had been neck-to-neck since the puck drop.
You had a good feeling the entire day. The entire team was ecstatic but focused leading up to the game, you had no concerns about anyone. From what you could tell, the Stars were having a hell of a season. All led by the Captain himself.
You had to keep your PDA to a minimum when at the arena, especially on a game night. But, when Jamie's first stop after getting dressed and one-wording his way through media was you, it was hard not to grin at him like a lovesick puppy.
“Guys, that game was incredible, we have to celebrate!” Tyler exclaimed from behind you, interrupting your opportunity to shower Jamie with compliments and congratulations.
“We actually have plans,” Jamie said, smiling down at you. Your face was hot, because he was referring to your long-awaited plans to have all of Jamie. Days had gone by since the original plan, but something always seemed to come up. Not something, someone. Not someone, everyone.
You loved the team. And, you loved Jamie's dedication to the team. But sometimes, you just wanted Jamie to yourself. Since everyone on the team now knew you were dating, guys were beginning to see it as less of a barrier to hang out with their Captain off the ice. Dates turned into double-dates, turned into hours of socializing that tired you out by the time you got to either of your places. It never felt like the right time for either of you.
It seemed like tonight would be that night. Even with the excitement of the game, Jamie made it clear he wasn't going to let anything trump your planned nightcap.
“Oh, come on,” Tyler scoffed. “Can you guys bang another night?”
“Excuse you, Tyler,” You replied. “Who said we were going to bang?”
You narrowed your eyes at Jamie as his smile grew wider. "Come on, I would never."
“Please come out tonight, both of you,” Tyler pleaded. “You both played a very big part in our win tonight so you both deserve to let loose. Especially you, Y/N. Are you really gonna say no to free drinks? I would say they're on me, but we all know none of us are paying a dime after this win.”
“You make a good case,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It always started like this. Tyler, or someone else, with their big pleading eyes, and promise of alcohol, made it so hard to turn down a night out. You managed to always leave it up to Jamie. These were his teammates, and you were sure the only reason you were included in these invites was because of him. When was the last time anyone invited Dan out?
“Can you give us a sec?” Jamie asked Tyler. Tyler nodded, but not before begging once more.
“Relentless,” You said.
“His best quality,” Jamie laughed. “It’s up to you. What do you want to do?”
“Uhm, I dunno,” You shrugged. “You played in the game, I think you should decide.”
“Tyler’s not going to let it go,” He mumbled.
“I mean, it was a pretty big win tonight, so if you want to celebrate, I can’t blame you.”
“Well, what do you want?”
"Is it really about what I want right now? Am I the captain of the team that just won?"
He rolled his eyes, "Stop."
“I don’t think Tyler would just let me go home. I’m sure he probably has my keys,” You joked. “And, if you would like to go out instead, that’s fine. We can just hang out with everyone, I guess.”
“Really?” The elation on his face said it all. Even if you did want to head home, now you would know his first choice was the team.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Alright, I’ll let Tyler know.”
“Okay, I’m gonna grab my stuff,” You turned on your heel before he could even respond, rolling your eyes in the process.
Jamie was too absorbed to notice, immediately turning around to meet Tyler who had been watching your conversation. Tyler was surprised to see the smile on Jamie's face, since he had been watching yours intently when you were talking to his teammate.
"You're coming?"
"Yeah, she's just grabbing her stuff."
"She wants to come?" Tyler furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yes, she said so," Jamie shrugged. "We're probably not gonna be out for long but I wouldn't want to miss it."
"Well, I'm glad," Tyler brushed it off as he and Jamie went to get there rest of the guys on board.
While in your office, you gave yourself a pep talk to get through the night. These were your friends. they just won an intense game and are on cloud 9. You helped them get there. You deserve this. Yes, you would rather be underneath your boyfriend. But, good things come to those who wait. Don't take this out on Jamie. You decided not to tell him how much you didn't want to be out tonight.
You planted yourself at the bar as soon as the beginning casualties were over. You had already downed a beer with the guys, and were feening for your next drink.
"Hey," You heard in your ear before a familiar smell swarmed you. "Why'd you run away?"
You leaned into Jamie as he stood in the space next to your chair. "Heels, I just wanted a seat. And, a drink."
"You sure?"
You nodded, not feeling like finding words to lie more about what you were truly feeling. Jamie needed to celebrate, not babysit you. "Go, I'm fine. I'll be right here."
His eyes searched your face for a moment before he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'll be back in a few."
He wasn't, in fact, back in a few. You watched him take shots with the guys, and if you weren't so annoyed at your circumstance, you would have melted at how happy he looked. Maybe that's why you couldn't say anything. This was his night, especially after all the shit he had been taking from reporters lately. He hadn't laughed like this in a week.
After wallowing in your sad- and drunkenness, you decided that the best thing you could do is go home to your house, change into your old PJs, and curl up in bed. You wanted to be alone, now.
To add to the very depressing moment, when you pulled your phone out to order yourself an Uber, you found that it was dead.
“What’s wrong with you?” Tyler asked, sitting next to you at the bar.
“My phone died and I would like an Uber home,” You huffed.
“What? Why?” He asked.
“I need you to get a girlfriend so that I can vent to someone without worrying about what you’re going to say to Jamie.”
“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I tell you all my secrets in our sessions, and I don't hear Jamie throwing them in my face, so,” He rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Jamie and I were supposed to spend some quality time together tonight,” You admitted. “And, I was excited because I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it. But, I don't think it's happening. For some reason, that makes me feel like shit right now. Not for 'some' reason, the reason is this," You pointed to your fourth drink.
“Your plan was for tonight after the game?” You nodded. “Shit, I'm sorry. I think I might be responsible.”
“No, you’re not because you didn’t make the plan. He was just like, what do you want to do? And, obviously I saw that he wanted to come so who am I to try and stop him?”
“Y/N,” Tyler sighed. “He’s probably focused on the team.”
“That kind of makes me feel worse, Tyler.”
“That’s not what I mean,” He said. “Obviously, you’re important to him and I’m 100% sure this night was supposed to be important, too. But, it was a big win for not only the team, but also Jamie. He got his second hat trick of the season, and that’s big after how we’ve all been playing. He might be on a high right now.”
You looked over at Jamie who was laughing with a drink in his hand, talking with a few of the guys.
“Still, he didn’t even acknowledge that- you know what, forget it. I'm not even mad at him, I want him to stay and celebrate. You're right, he deserves it. Can you just get me an Uber home?” You asked. “Please, Tyler, as my friend.”
“Are you going to say bye to him?” Tyler asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
“He’ll be fine,” Youmumbled, stealing another glance at Jamie. “You'll make sure he gets home, right? I really want to get out of here.”
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good night.”
“No, I did, don’t worry. I’m just drunk and sad right now and it’s not a good combo. I know myself, and I know I need to be home in bed.”
“I get it, but are you sure you can get home? If you’re not gonna tell Jamie, at least let me make sure you’re good. I’ll go with you.”
“Tyler, I’m fine. And, you played amazing tonight so you should go have fun, too.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “Did you order it?”
“Yeah, two minutes,” He said. “I’ll come out with you.”
“No, it’s okay. I know the car and plate, go have fun.”
“You’re the most stubborn person I know,” He said, hugging you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at practice. Text me when you make it, okay?”
“Yeah, see you.” You grabbed your stuff before making your way out of the bar. You slid your sweater on and waited for the Uber to arrive outside.
“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. Shit. “Y/N.”
You turned on your heel, facing Jamie. “Hey, I was just heading home.”
“Okay,” He trailed off. “Were you going to say anything to me or just disappear?”
“Not going to lie, I planned on disappearing,” You nodded. “And texting when I got home.”
He searched your face for a few seconds before bringing his hand up to scratch his beard. “I’m a little drunk so you might have to help me out here. Did I do something wrong?”
“I’m just calling it a night for myself. You should go have fun with the guys,” You told him.
"That didn't answer my question. Tyler told me to come out here and talk to you because something’s up. And, I agree,” He responded. “What happened from when we were in the arena to right now? I’m sorry, but I’m really trying to think of what I did.”
“You didn’t do anything,” You sighed. “Jamie, I’m drunk, too and I really just want to go home.”
“I thought we had plans though,” He said. “You were coming over?”
“You still want to do that while we’re both drunk?” You raised your eyebrows at him.
“What do you mean? Hold on, is that why? Because we’re with the guys right now?” He asked.
“I assum-” You were cut off by a car pulling over next to you, honking. The car and license plate both matched the Uber Tyler called you. “That’s my Uber.”
“Y/N, I’m trying to figure out what’s going on right now. Are you really gonna leave?”
“What do you want me to do? He’s here,” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair tiredly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, seriously, Jamie. There's no issue.”
“Y/N, come on,” He pleaded, stepping closer. “Talk to me.”
“Jamie, everything’s fine. I really just want to go home,” You sighed, looking up at him.
“Okay, I’m not gonna hold you, because you clearly don’t want to talk,” He stepped back, motioning to the car. “Can you at least let me know when you’re safe?”
“Yeah,” You nodded. “Have fun.”
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you closed the car door behind you.
"All good?"The driver asked. You nodded, signaling it was okay to drive off. You watched Jamie stand there while you pulled away.
~~~
When you pulled into work the next day, you weren't surprised to see Jamie's car parked in his spot. And, Jamie inside. You assumed he had been waiting for you to come in, since you didn't respond to him after sending a simple "Home." text the night before. For someone who wasn't mad, you sure acted like it.
You parked, and gathered your things before opening your car door. Jamie did the same, and you knew what was coming.
“Hey, I’m already running late,” You said walking towards the doors as he approached you.
“Wait,” He moved, reaching for your wrist. “Can you give me 5 minutes?”
“Yes, Jamie?” You turned around.
“I just want to talk. You’re mad at me and I have no idea why,” He said. “How can I fix this if you won’t even tell me what I did?”
“It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you.”
“What were you gonna say before your Uber came?” He asked. “I asked you if the reason why you were upset was because we were with the team.”
“I don’t remember, Jamie. I was drunk.”
“Well, I remember because you were about to tell me why you can’t even look me in the eyes right now. I’m really lost here,” He admitted.
“Hey, guys,” Both our heads snapped to Klingberg who was making his way inside the building.
“Hi, John,” You smiled.
“How’s it going?” Jamie asked him.
“Pretty good. I’ll see you guys in there,” You both nodded and watched as Klingberg disappeared inside. Jamie looked back at you, raising his eyebrows.
“I was going to say that I assumed you didn’t think our plans were important, and that’s why you wanted to go out,” You admitted after a few moments.
“Not important, are you serious? You think I wouldn’t prioritize the first time we have sex?” He furrowed his eyebrows down at you. “Babe, when I asked you if you wanted to go out, I always planned on taking you home, too. I was never going to get that drunk enough to fuck up our plans.”
“Well, that’s not how it felt,” You said, looking down. “Now, I feel like a fucking idiot.”
“I wish you would have asked me, instead of assuming I forgot about you.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I've been waiting for last night, too. No offense to them, but if you wanted me to pick only one, you and we would have been at my house, without a doubt.”
“Oh, my god,” You groaned. “This was the most childish thing I’ve done.”
“Hey,” Jamie whispered, making me look up at him. “You’re right, I should’ve been more clear about the plans, I can see how it looked.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”
Jamie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling me into his chest. “Doesn’t matter anymore. We're okay.”
Teaser: "Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."
Your week had not been going well. It was only Tuesday, yet you were approaching your final breaking point. Your exam for one class was on different chapters than you had anticipated, your exam in another was harder than you could have imagined, and you received a not-so-nice score on an essay worth forty percent of your grade in a third class. It felt like your entire schedule was laughing at you day after day.
Although you spent the week buried in books, it felt like your efforts were for nothing. How the hell am I going to come back from this?, you thought.
But, that wasn't all that you had in your path. The icing on the cake was Connor telling you he would be out of town for two whole weeks, leaving for a team trip. They would be spending the time at a new training facility, their coaches citing it as a chance to work in a different environment, minus all potential distractions. Of course, they paid him more than enough to steal him for two weeks, but why now?
You didn't let him know how terribly timed this trip was, or how you felt your heart shatter in your chest after the words left his mouth. It wasn't like he had a choice, or that you would never see him again. You were sad that you wouldn't be able to retreat into Connor as you had gotten used to. You were sad that you couldn't rely on him to hold you so you fell asleep in a reasonable time rather than toss and turn through your anxiety-ridden thoughts.
You felt like you were being irrational, wanting him to stay so bad. It was selfish.
You were quieter than usual this night, but Connor didn't think too much about it. There was a movie playing, so he didn't expect you to be talking much anyway.
But really, you were holding back tears.
Your first resort when you were this upset was always to cry. You cried earlier before you saw Connor, and yesterday in the shower. Crying wasn't a big deal to you, you knew it helped you feel better after. Still, you didn't want Connor to see you cry. Especially when he was part of the reason why.
Connor still had you wrapped in his arms, your back against his chest as you both faced the TV. You did your best to shut your mind off and enjoy the feeling and smell of Connor. This was one of the last nights you would have with him, and you didn't want it tainted by your mess of emotions.
He absentmindedly drew shapes on your stomach where his hand was sprawled. Lasting almost an hour more than usual, you managed to fall asleep on the couch with him.
He sighed when he noticed, kissing the back of your head gently so he wouldn't disturb you. I'm gonna miss this, he thought. Connor was just as torn as you. He had a job to do, one he was on contract for. And, one that he was always happy and motivated to excel in.
With you in the picture, however, everything was more complicated. He didn't like the travel aspect of his job as much anymore. He didn't enjoy the lack of privacy or the limited free time, even just from the team staff. Once they found out you had attended one of the games, Connor was getting bugged daily about making you a regular and inviting you to team events.
This was all a nuisance now. All because they got in his way of spending time with you undisturbed. It was unhealthy, really, how much he thought about you and wanted to be with you. The closer you got, the happier he was.
He wasn't really watching the movie, his mind racing with all the different changes he had experienced this past year. He no longer only thought of himself, it was always Connor and Y/N. Even his grocery list started to be influenced by your favorites and not just his. When he was deciding if a night with the guys was happening, he always factored in your schedule, and if it was a better night to spend time with you than others. He would drop almost anything for you because he knew your schedule was just as busy as his.
Yet, he couldn't say no to this trip. And that was the problem: work would always trump what either of you wanted.
You could hear the quiet hum on the TV as you opened your eyes a few hours later. You looked around, noticing that you were in a different position than you remembered. You were laying on your stomach, which would never be possible if Connor was still beside you.
“Con?” You mumbled, slightly stretching and nuzzling you face into the pillow.
“Right here, baby,” You felt a squeeze to your calf. You sat up on your elbows, seeing Connor sitting with your feet in his lap.
“What time is it?”
He looked at his watch, “9:30. Did you have a good nap?”
“Not really,” You mumbled, laying back down. Connor moved your legs from his lap before sliding between you and the back of the couch again. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.
You loved that he never hesitated to be wrapped around you now. You hadn't even been awake thirty seconds, and now you were engulfed in his arms. How are you ever going to get used to this?
“Was it too short for you?” He asked, laughing.
“I feel like I could sleep for weeks,” You said, tangling your legs with his. “What have you been doing?”
“Watching games,” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really,” You sighed, closing your eyes again.
You could feel Connor chuckle as he spoke up again, “Do you not sleep at night?”
“It is nighttime,” You smiled into his shirt.
“You’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep,” He mumbled against your head. "We should head to bed, then."
"Did I ruin any plans?" You yawned.
"Of course not," He answered, squeezing you in his arms. "There were no plans, just you."
You leaned your head up to kiss his pulse point. "I hate that you have to leave for two weeks."
"I know," He let out a sigh. "But, it'll go by fast and I'll be back."
"Can you carry me upstairs?" You smirked. You could feel him roll his eyes as he sat up.
"You're also a pain in my ass, baby," He said, using the remote to turn off the TV. "You're lucky I like it."
"So lucky," You teased.
"Shut up," He laughed. Unannounced, he slid his arms under you and pulled you into his arms. You gasped, grabbing for him to anchor yourself.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You could have warned me."
"You wanted a ride, I'm giving it to you. I can put you down, no problem."
"Has anyone told you how much a brat you are?" You mumbled into his neck.
"A few people, actually," He laughed. He carried you up his stairs and into his bedroom.
"Bathroom, please," You requested. Connor obliged, letting you down at his bathroom door.
"Your highness," He joked.
"Thanks, baby," You smiled.
He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "Don't take long."
You did. To be fair, you finally remembered to bring each step of you nighttime skincare routine, something you always failed to do. It wasn't absurd, maybe 12 minutes of steps, but Connor would never understand. He only washed his face and then dried it with a towel...
"Babe," You could hear him groan from his bed.
"Just a second," You rolled your eyes in the mirror. Finally, you put on your moisturizer before tucking everything back into your bag. You changed into your PJs for the night, one of Connor's old boxers, and your old T-shirts.
“You look cute,” You heard Connor say from his bed once you turned off his bathroom light. You rolled your eyes as you put your clothes in the laundry hamper.
“Shut up.”
He laughed, “What? I’m being serious!”
“I told you not to say anything about how I look before bed,” You replied.
“Yeah, and I don’t know why. You look cute, you always do,” He responded.
Sighing, you slid into his bed next to him. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just an asshole, so I don’t know what you want me to say”
He laughed, reaching over to pull you to his chest, “You know I’m serious. Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."
You cuddled into his chest, both of you enjoying the silence for a few moments. You were just beginning to get used to having Connor around for your routines. One time, he sat in the bathroom just to watch you do every step. Now, he settled for waiting from the bed and rushing you. It felt incredibly domestic. Things with Connor had been starting to feel more and more like this as time went on.
You loved this trend, because you were finally getting the true experience of having a boyfriend. In your past, you had always been the one giving more and feeling more. But with Connor, he was just as invested as you.
That's why, the next day when you had hit the peak of your anxiety, your first instinct was to find a corner and call Connor. He had left you at his place for early practice, and now you were at your school's library because you couldn't focus anywhere else.
You studied for a bit, and then took one of your online exams... which went terribly. It took everything not to slam your computer close and scream. Instead, you slowly closed your laptop, picked up your phone, and moved yourself to an empty stairwell.
You went to your recents, which surprisingly was only Connor and family. Dialing his number, you leaned back against the wall.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Con,” You bit your lip. “Are you busy?”
“I’m at the rink, so a little,” He responded. “Why? What’s up?”
“I just had a tough morning and wanted to talk,” You mumbled. “I just failed my test. I studied so ha-”
“-Wait, I’m sorry. I really can't stay on the phone, I’m with the team,” He cut you off. “Can I call you after practice?”
You paused, “Uhm, okay? I didn’t even finish my sentence.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” He breathed, sighing after. “I have practice soon, and I really have to focus. They’re counting on me here.”
“Mhm,” You nodded, although he couldn’t see you. You were doing your best to hide your disappointment because it really wasn't his fault, but add another point to the world against you. “Sorry I called.”
“I don’t want you to be upset with me,” He responded, pausing for a beat. “I want to talk to you, I want to help, but I can’t right this second, especially if it can wait.” You could wait.
“Understood,” You mumbled.
He sighed, “Can we talk when I’m done with practice? Please? I want to be able to give you my full attention.”
“Sure.”
“Baby, I can hear it in your voice, I know you’re upset,” He said. “I'm just not in the space or environment right now to give you the attention you deserve and need."
"You have no idea what I need, Connor. You're not even listening."
He let out a deep sigh, and you were sure he was probably scratching his head about what to say to not make things worse. "Y/N, please."
“When you go through your shit with hockey, I’m always there and I listen to everything you say to me. You’ve called me while I was slammed with work or assignments before and what did I do? I gave you time to vent. I tried. You barely did that and for once, I actually just needed my boyfriend to listen. But of course, hockey comes first. Have fun at practice, Connor. I guess I’ll talk to you after, like you said.”
You could faintly hear him say your name as you removed the phone from your ear and ended the call. Well, that's not what you wanted.
Your phone buzzed seconds later with a text from him.
Connor: I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset. I'll come over right after I'm done, I promise.
You were so over it.
You went back to your desk, gathered everything, and headed back home. When you got to your bedroom, you dropped your stuff at your door before laying face down on your bed until you settled in for a nap.
As you lounged on your couch later that day with Netflix playing on the TV, your phone buzzed from the table.
Connor: Are you still home?
You sat back, locking your phone. Minutes later, it buzzed again.
Connor: Can we talk? Please
You: I’m home
Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your door. You got up, opening it.
“Did you text me after you got here?”
He nodded, his hands in his pockets. “I literally just left practice, I haven't gone home yet.”
You stepped aside to let him in. As he took his coat off, you walked back over to the couch, laying back down. Connor came over, sitting by your legs but facing you. “Can we turn this off for a second?”
“Why?” You kept your eyes on the screen but you could feel his staring at you.
“Baby,” He said, softly. “Please.”
You reached for the remote, pressing the power button. You sat in silence for a few moments before Connor spoke again.
“Ever since I was six, my life has been hockey. I’ve never cared about anything as much, and I’ve been fine with that. It’s brought me a lot of success and it makes me hap-”
“-I get it,” You cut him off. “You love hockey, and hockey loves you.”
“Can we, just..?” He huffed before gently pushing your legs off of the couch and moving closer to you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, shifting on the couch so you were sitting up.
“You’re pissed, and I deserve it. But, I’m trying to talk to you and I can’t do that if you're not even looking at me.”
“I can still hear without looking at you,” You mumbled. “And, I’m not pissed.”
“I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend,” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I know it’s common sense, and I’m trying but I fucked up today. You’re right, I could have at least given you five minutes, and I’m sorry for that. I had the coaches in my head and I was being a fucking idiot. You’re supposed to be able to call me whenever something happens, and I’m supposed to listen. I want to listen. As important as hockey is to me, so are you and I know I need to do a better job of showing that.”
You didn’t say anything as he looked at you. You got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to pull out the wine bottle from your fridge. Connor followed you, sitting at the counter.
A few hours after your phone conversation, you realized you bit Connor's head off, not because of anything he did, but moreso the combination of circumstances that pushed you to call in the first place. He was working, he had the right and reason to cut the call short.
“You have always been there for me whenever I was going through something and you didn’t deserve me shutting you down like that. I’m really, really sorry.”
You filled a glass with wine, looking over at him. “Do you want one?”
“Babe, seriously,” He said. “We have to talk about this.”
“I heard everything you said, Connor.”
“Can you come sit?”
You sighed, bringing the bottle and glass with you to sit next to Connor.
“What happened today?” He asked softly, pulling you chair closer to his.
“I spent the whole day crying, Connor,” You responded, looking over at him. “The entire day. And, I thought that calling you would help but it just made everything worse. I’m exhausted, sad, and just over it.”
“You don’t want to talk about it?”
“Not at all,” You took an embarrassingly large sip of the wine.
“Can I stay?” He searched your face. “Or, do you want me to leave? I would understand if you did.”
“Please stay,” You whispered. You didn’t expect your voice to fail you, but Connor caught on as his shoulders fell. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. This is what you needed. You called Connor that morning because in a matter of seconds, he could make you feel better. Having that backfire made your problems even worse, but now, finally having him exactly where you needed him, you didn’t even care about this morning.
I’m fucked, you thought, as you relaxed into him almost immediately. How can one person make everything better, even after a major failure?
Besides this morning, Connor always made you feel safe and heard. You didn’t know how you had never experienced this with your exes, but you wouldn’t mind never having to give this up.
“I’m sorry that you had a bad day,” He mumbled into your shoulder after a few moments. “And, I’m sorry I made it worse and was such a dick.”
“I forgive you.”
He pulled back, making you look at him. “Never again.”
“I shouldn’t have called you at practice, anyway,” You responded, reaching for your glass again.
He shook his head, “That's not true. You can call me whenever you need me. I was in the wrong today, not you. You needed me and I wasn’t there.”
“It’s fine,” You said. After taking another sizable gulp, you set the glass back down and looked back at him. He was already looking at you, like you had guessed.
“What do you want to do?” He asked softly, moving the hair that had fallen past your face.
“Cuddle,” The barely audible word was loud enough as Connor smiled.
“I can definitely do that.”
"And, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I should have known that calling you at work would not bode well."
"You were having a tough time," He started. "I'm your boyfriend, you have a right to call me, even if I was on the ice. I can't guarantee that I'll answer, but at least I'll know I need to call you back. I don't want you to stop yourself from asking for me and my time. I want to know what you need so I can give it to you. I didn't give you that chance to tell me this morning, and that wasn't okay."
"I feel like I should be doing more apologizing."
"Well, I'm not gonna let you because you don't have to apologize anymore," He said, standing up. "Let's move back to the couch."
He grabbed the bottle for you, and you followed him to your living room. He placed the bottle on your coaster before disappearing back into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a beer in his hand.
You didn't even like beer. But, once you noticed how Connor's home bar was filled with this particular brand, you made sure to always have a pack in your fridge for him. You smiled to yourself, for the first time that day, simply because you were reminded how much Connor had taken over your life, in all the best ways.
"What?" Connor couldn't help the smile that was fighting its way onto his face from your expression. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he got comfortable in his spot on your couch.
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“I’m not wearing that,” You rolled your eyes at Alex. In all the years that you've known him, he had gotten very comfortable as your surrogate brother. He played the annoying role very well.
He pouted at you in response, “I think it’s a sin that you’ve never worn my jersey to a game.”
“The only reason I’m going to this game is for you and Jayne, isn’t that enough for you?”
“No.” You shrugged in response. “Some friend you are,” He grumbled under his breath.
“Jayne is going to be wearing your jersey,” You argued. "Maybe next time, I'll think about it."
“For the record, if it was your game, I would wear your jersey.”
“How nice of you, but too bad it's not,” You smirked. “Shouldn’t you be gone by now? Is the captain running late?”
Alex looked down at the watch on his wrist, pushing himself off of the counter he was leaned against. “Lucky for you, yes.”
“I might even do a nice celly after you shut the door behind you.”
“Babe!” He ignored you and called out to Jayne who was currently upstairs getting ready. “I’m leaving now!”
As you scrolled through Instagram on your phone, Alex left the kitchen and you could hear their muffled voices talking once he got upstairs. To respect their privacy and avoid gagging, you moved to their living room, turning on the TV as background noise.
“Is she coming out tonight?” Alex whispered to Jayne, quietly closing their bedroom door behind him.
“Yes, she promised me. Do you have a plan?”
“No,” Alex scoffed. “This was your idea! You don’t have a plan?”
“Shut up,” Jayne rolled her eyes, looking at her husband’s reflection in the mirror as she finished her hair. “Last week, they talked for a little at the bar, which was a good start.”
“Yeah, and she said she hoped he was the guy. Does she even remember that?”
“I asked her what the last thing she remembers was, and she said it was our last dance before we left.”
“So, that’s a hard no,” Alex sighed.
“Unfortunately. But, it does let us know we picked well, I think she'd go for it, don't you?”
“Sure, but she is unpredictable. I have to go, but I’ll think about how we're gonna get the ball rolling and you think, too. We have to get them to talk again tonight, at least once.”
“Agreed.”
You watched Alex leave a few minutes later, not before flipping you off. You laughed, sitting further into the couch since you know Jayne would be awhile.
“Jayne!” You groaned what felt like a lifetime later. “Alex left like an hour ago, how are you still not ready?”
“He made me mess up my makeup so I had to start over,” She breathed, walking out of their bedroom with one shoe on, the other in her hand.
“Can we go now?”
“Relax, you act like someone is going to steal our seats.”
“Well, sorry if I like to be on time to things,” You rolled your eyes.
“Our ride will be here in 10, I promise I’m ready,” She said, putting on her shoe. “See? Making progress.”
“Just hurry up.”
And, Jayne did. Although the ride was early, you made it to the car and then the arena, immediately being engulfed with the WAGs of the team. It was awkward, being the only non-WAG in the area. It felt like every other woman in the area and surrounding was side-eyeing you, trying to figure who you were here with. I guess I should have put on Alex’s jersey, maybe then people wouldn’t think I’m after their Prince Charming, whoever it is, you thought.
“You good?” Jayne nudged your arm with her elbow when she noticed you had retreated into your head.
“Yeah, just waiting for the game to start.”
“Do you need me to go over the rules again?”
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” You responded, sarcastically. “I wish we could sit in our own section, though. Away from all the eyes.”
Jayne looked around, shrugging, “It's the same thing every game. If you came more often, maybe you would know.”
"You and Alex are honestly made for each other. Both pains in my ass."
You could recall what happened during the game, but you were hardly paying attention. From scrolling on your phone, to people watching, and paying close attention to the large monitor, the game finished without you learning anything about the sport. You did know Alex's team won, which is really the important part.
In the locker room, Alex was racking his brain on how to move things along with you and Colton. You both were such important parts of his life, he knew he had to tread lightly otherwise this whole thing would blow up in his face.
“Listen, man,” He whispered after a bit to Colton. Colton leaned closer to him, to hear, “You should be on your best behavior tonight.”
“She’s going to be there?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” Alex lied, again. “But the invite was given.”
“This still doesn’t give me any idea who she is,” Colton sighed. “We just won, basically everyone is going to be there.”
“That’s the point, idiot,” Alex shook his head. Colton rolled his eyes. "You can't try to jump to level 23 if you haven't even grazed level 4."
“I really hope you guys know what you're doing.”
“And, I really hope you stop being a buzzkill. Live for once, my friend, this could be great.”
“I’ll believe when I see it.”
"Then fucking relax and let it happen." Colton left the locker room shortly after that conversation, wanting to stop by his apartment before meeting everyone at the bar. As Colton drove to his place, he neglected to turn on any music, simply driving with his thoughts.
He thought about all the possibilities of who Alex and Jayne could be attempting to set him up with. He thought about that girl he met at one of Alex’s Sunday barbecues. The same girl he went on a date with and wanted nothing to do with after twenty minutes.
He tried to remember the last time he was genuinely interested in getting to know a woman on a romantic level. Yeah, sex has happened regularly, but nothing that would hold his attention for too long. He felt drained, from all the new people coming in and out of his life. He wanted something stable. He wanted what Alex and Jayne had. He wanted someone that he could trust, with his deepest emotions. The ones he bottled in. He wanted someone to trust him, too, and let him into their emotions. He wanted a real connection with a woman. One that would last.
Surprisingly, although not to Jayne and Alex, Colton thought about you, too. At first, it was because he wondered if you actually made any moves on quitting your job and finding a new one. He wanted to ask, and he made a note in his head to get your number from Alex, strictly platonic in his mind. A simply innocent thought. But as soon as he thought asking Alex, he considered you potentially being the one for him.
He had always found you attractive, since he first laid eyes on you. What guy wouldn't? Alex knew it. Jayne knew it. And, Colton knew it. Everyone except you. He thought you were funny, smart, easy to talk to, but also a real mystery. All he knew was, Alex made it very clear that you were off-limits years ago when you first met. There’s no way it’s Y/N, he thought. He knew you were strong-minded and respectful to everyone you encountered. He knew your smile was one that he had gotten used to seeing, as it hardly ever left your face whenever you were around him and the guys.
By the time he had made it to his place and changed, you had settled at the bar after a twenty minute conversation with Jayne about ‘not looking so closed off.’
You scoffed to yourself, thinking about Jayne’s “suggestions.” Although coming from a good place, you knew for a fact you weren't closed off, whatever that meant. How you look is how you look, how the hell can you change that? And, how the hell can you change how other people feel you look if you don’t agree yourself? This deal was really starting to piss you off.
“Boo,” You heard in your ear. You jumped at the contact, leaning away to look at who the culprit was.
You scoffed, “Of course.”
Grinning widely, Vince Dunn took the seat next to you. “Did I scare you?”
“Yeah, by whispering in my ear like a weirdo,” You explained. "Were you raised in a barn?"
“You’ll get over it,” He laughed. “How have you been, stranger?”
You met Vince right after he was drafted to St. Louis. You had even helped him get to know some of the guys on the team. You always had a solid friendship with Vince, even outside of Alex and Jayne. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t nice to look at and talk to. Besides the occasional flirty line though, things with Vince always seemed to remain platonic, not that you hadn't thought about it being more.
“So, you’re quitting?” Vince raised his eyebrows after you had updated him on your work and all its glory.
“Soon, probably,” You shrugged.
“Probably?”
“I haven’t made a decision yet,” You said. “My bills are getting paid, do I really want to play around with that?”
“I get that,” He nodded. “But, I’m a fan for not being miserable everyday. You don’t deserve that, come on.”
He leaned over, gently nudging you with his shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but you couldn’t help the heat that rose in your neck, up to your face. You quickly scanned the bar, looking away from him to hide the flush present. Don’t worry, he definitely noticed.
“Besides work, what’s going on in your life?” He asked, waving over the bartender.
“Nothing really,” You let out a laugh.
He shook his head, “I don’t believe that.”
“Seriously,” You said. “I’ve been working nonstop lately. That’s definitely taken up all my energy.”
“You’re not seeing anyone?” You furrowed my eyebrows at him, and even harder when he began to smile. Before you could respond, the bartender spoke.
“What can I get you?” He asked Vince.
“I’ll take a beer, and whatever she’s having,” Vince motioned towards you. The bartender turned to you, and while your eyes found Vince's.
“You’re not paying for my drinks tonight, Vincent.”
“Stop calling me that,” He rolled his eyes. “And, yes I am.”
“No,” You responded. “I’m not letting you do this again.”
“Don’t worry, you can buy me a drink some other time,” He flashed a smile at you. You paused, shaking your head. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
You turned to the bartender, “I’ll have the most expensive margarita you could possibly make, thanks.”
Vince chuckled next to you, “I’ll definitely be opening up a tab then.”
“You’re annoying,” You huffed. "Every single time I see you it gets worse."
“I know,” He said. “You still never answered my question.”
“No, I’m not seeing anyone.”
“Maybe that’s because you never come out with us.”
“Maybe,” You shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“You're so secretive," He let out a laugh. "I can't want to know about your personal life? You know about mine."
"What? That you're so very lonely because you run every girl off with your games?"
He put his hand over his heart in mock pain, "That's so fucked up."
“When I get my drink, I’m going back to the table. I’ve had enough of you,” You said, smiling. Vince laughed, throwing his head back.
“You’re a trip,” He said. “I really missed you being out with us, though, honestly.”
“Yeah, I missed you guys, too,” You nodded. “I’ll be out more, I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” He smiled as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you both.
“Do you want a ride later?” He asked. It wasn’t unusual for Vince to drive you home instead of Alex and Jayne. Your house was actually closer to his than theirs, which was convenient sometimes. You had figured that out one night when Alex and Jayne drove the both of you home, Vince having had too much to drink to go in an uber alone.
“I was supposed to leave with Alex and Jayne but I’m sure they’ll be all over each other like they are now,” You laughed. “Sure.”
“Okay, find me whenever you want to go.”
You nodded, sliding off the stool. “Thanks for the drink, and I’ll be sure to put the rest on your tab, too.”
He laughed, “Yeah, whatever.”
When you went back to the table, you noticed that everyone was gone. All but Colton, who was seated with a drink in front of him and his eyes glued to his phone. You continued walking over, playfully swiping your hand over his screen as you sat next to him.
“Hey,” You smiled.
“Hi,” He returned your expression, placing his phone on the table. "I didn't think we would see you so soon."
“Why are you sitting here alone?”
“The guys all left to dance and I’m not really feeling the music.”
A mix of ‘Superbass’ by Nicki Minaj was playing and your jaw dropped. “You refused to dance to this?”
He laughed, “Yes.”
“Colton, I’m disappointed in you,” You shook your head. “This is a classic!”
“I know but that doesn’t mean I have to dance to it.”
“Fair,” You thought. “Did you know I could rap the whole first verse?”
“Can you?” He raised his eyebrows, and you nodded in response. “I have to see that.”
“Probably not,” You laughed. “Definitely not.”
“Well, I can’t just take your word for it, I have to see it myself!” He defended.
“Oh, no, you’re gonna have to take my word on this one, buddy.”
“Not fair, at all,” He shook his head. “Total tease.”
“Ask me again when we’re not in a crowded bar.”
“Oh, I definitely will,” He said. “Were you at the game?”
“Yeah, you guys played really well,” You nodded.
“Yeah?”
You furrowed your eyebrows at his surprise, “You don’t think? You won.”
“Sure, but it’s not just about winning for me. I feel like I’ve been slacking in my game this season,” He admitted.
“I’m sorry, but have we been experiencing the same season?” You asked. “You have been playing amazing, everyone has been talking about your improvement.”
“Really?”
You sighed, “Colton Parayko, have some faith in yourself.”
You could see him blush at your words, shaking his head, “Stop.”
You tried to ignore the warm feeling you felt watching him, taking a sip of your drink. “You’ve been playing great, honest. I know enough about hockey to recognize that.”
“I trust your word.”
“You know what could bring your mood up?” You straightened up in your seat. “Sh-”
“-Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but my friends just went to dance and I don’t want to sit alone. Can I join you?”
“Sure, of course.” Although she was much closer to the seat next to you, she chose to sit next to Colton, immediately smiling up at him. You laughed under your breath, catching on to what she was doing.
“I think she might make you feel better,” You whispered so only Colton could hear you. “I’m Y/N, this is Colton. What’s your name?”
“Amy, it’s nice to meet you,” She said, looking directly at Colton. Colton looked over at you, amusement in his eyes.
“Uhm, yeah, you, too,” Colton responded.
“Have you guys been enjoying the music tonight? It’s kind of hard to hear it if you’re on the dancefloor, though, which sucks.”
“That reminds me, I have to find Jayne, she owes me a dance,” You said, standing up, not before smirking at Colton. “But, he was just telling me about how he really likes that Nicki Minaj song they just played. It’s one of his faves right now.”
Colton laughed, shaking his head at you as Amy turned her full attention to him.
“Have fun,” You mouthed, before you turned around to find Alex and Jayne.
They both had been watching your encounter from across the bar as soon as they saw you join him at the table.
"I fucking hate him," Jayne snapped, watching as you stood up from the table with Colton and the woman who was now thirstily hanging off of him.
"She came out of nowhere, what guy do you know is going to immediately turn someone down when they're single?"
"Someone with common sense, which Colton clearly doesn't have," Jayne said. "What do you think they talked about?"
"I couldn't really tell, she had her serious face on for a second there."
"She always has her serious face on," Jayne laughed. "What do you think we should do, babe?"
"In a few weekends, we can throw a barbecue, just for the guys and close friends. It'll narrow down the playing field for both of them."
"Not with Vince lurking around," Jayne mumbled.
"Yeah, right, Vince is getting nowhere with her," Alex rolled his eyes. "He flirts but she'd never let it get anywhere."
"I guess we can ask her," Jayne replied, just as you reached their table. "Are you having fun?"
"I'm putting my drinks on Dunn's tab so I'd say the night is going well."
"What's the deal there? What were you guys chatting about?"
"Why? Is he my perfect match?" You teased both of them. Alex rolled his eyes with a laugh while Jayne gave you a very disappointed look. "Fuck off guys, that was a joke."
"As long as you know," Alex said.
"And, we were just catching up," You shrugged. "He's driving me home later so you guys are off the hook."
The more time you spent with the Dallas Stars, the more you really loved your job. You were caught off guard when Coach offered you a full-time position in place of your current temporary one, but it was exactly what you needed to hear.
You finally felt like you were getting into a comfortable pace in your life, something you were not at all used to. You had a consistent schedule, friends you hung out with when you were off, and an amazing boyfriend that made it hard to have bad days.
Working with Jamie also seemed to come with its benefits. Besides when he had games and was sure to be captured by his media team, Jamie came into work with you every day. He always insisted on driving, and you learned that arguing with him would get you nowhere. To be honest, you enjoyed watching him drive. And, you enjoyed the extra half hour it gave you to get ready while Jamie worried about getting you to work in one piece.
There was also the benefit of being feet away from your boyfriend while at work, but never really having to talk to him. It worked out perfectly that Jamie wanted to stay with Dan even before he met you. You weren't sure how long this would fly, but as long as Coach was okay with it, so were you two.
“How does it feel?” Jamie asked from beside you as you walked from his car into work one morning.
“How does what feel?”
“It’s your first day without the ‘interim’ in your title,” He clarified. “It’s a big day.”
“Yeah, it kind of feels weird,” You responded, shrugging sheepishly. “I’m getting an assistant today, too.”
“You are,” He smiled gently. “I feel honored to be dating such a big deal.”
“You should,” Jamie rolled his eyes at your teasing tone. “What’s on your radar for today?”
“Workout, practice, then another workout.”
This had been his routine for a few weeks now. While you had regular hours, Jamie could often sleep in some days or leave a lot earlier in the day. Yet, he still came in with you every morning and waited for you to be done at the end of your workday. If you thought about it, Jamie contributed to you staying at the arena after hours, because he never rushed you to finish. He always had something he could be working on which gave you more time to overwork yourself.
He wanted to be the best player he could be for the team. He wanted to lead by example and show up as the best every night. To do this, he had to put in the most work. Jamie was never idling around the arena, his time was consumed by either the gym, the ice, or you.
In Jamie's eyes, you had become essential in staying on track with his regimen. He had an excuse to be up in the morning, but more importantly to get about 20 minutes of uninterrupted time with you. He had an excuse to be at the arena and within walking distance of you almost all day. He had an excuse to see you during his active rests.
“That’s basically three workouts,” You said. “You’re going to be tired, and probably in pain.”
“That’s what my day off tomorrow is for,” He responded. “Speaking of, lunch at my place?”
“I will actually be here, so I can’t,” You pouted at him. "And, I'm not letting you drive me to work when you should be sleeping in again."
“I won't fight you on that, I could use the extra sleep," He shrugged. "But, I'll come to you for lunch. I can pick something up on my way in."
“You want to spend your lunch on your day off in the arena?”
“I want to spend my lunch on my day off with you,” He corrected, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Wherever you are."
“Well, that sounds like a good idea, then," You held his eye for a moment, squeezing his hip.
"Good," He smiled. He walked with you to your office, before stopping at your door. "I'll see you later."
"Not so fast, Jamie," You grinned, pulling him in by his hoodie so you could peck his lips quickly. “What time do you actually have to be in?”
“Not for another hour and a half but I’m gonna go in 30.”
“An hour before everyone else again?” You questioned, walking over to your desk. He closed your office door before he sat down in one of your lounge chairs. “You stayed two hours late yesterday.”
“The season is picking up.”
“You don’t think that’s going to tire you out?” You bit your lip as you paused. “Don’t answer that, just be careful. You’ve been doing this longer than I have.” And, you were the last person who could be judging Jamie for working too much.
He laughed, “Don’t worry about it, I know my limits.”
“And, you really don’t have to drive in with me to work, you could have gotten more sleep today.”
“Why waste gas when we’re going to the same place, and leaving together later?”
“I’m just saying, I do have a license and car for a reason.”
“I like driving in with you,” He responded. “And, leaving with you. Comfort for having to share your attention with my team while we’re working for most of the day.”
You rolled your eyes at his smile, “Whatever, Jame.”
“Do you have a busy day today?”
“I have a few appointments and a board meeting later but nothing overly busy.”
"What time are you finished? Since, you know, we're leaving together."
You rolled your eyes, "I should be done by 6 but I'll text you and keep you updated."
"Sounds good. I'm gonna head in and let you get settled," He stood up, throwing his bag back onto his shoulder. "Have a good day."
"You, too," You smiled up at him. He leaned over your desk where you were sitting before pressing his lips to yours.
"Bye, baby." Your neck felt hot, not only because of the pet name but also the sound of his voice against your lips. He kissed you once more, before standing up straight.
"I'll see you tonight."
Part of your assignment for the day was to observe the guys at their afternoon practice. The energy was light, the team had just come off of another win. Guys were zooming on the ice, others were skating leisurely and exchanging laughs.
At a particular slow moment, you watched as Jamie skated around the boards, his speed picking up with each second. He moved so gracefully and quickly, that you couldn’t remove your eyes from him. You still found it hard to believe that he was yours. Out of all people, Jamie Benn. You were so different but so similar, and it just seemed to work. Everything was easy with him. And, so nice.
“Wow, does he still have clothes on in your head?” Your head snapped to Tyler who was smirking at you. You let out a breath of relief that it was only him that had caught you redhanded. He always seemed to be lurking around, but he also had become one of your closest friends inside and outside of work so it made sense.
You and Tyler had a friendship separate from your relationship with Jamie. You both had a similar sense of humor, and obviously an admiration for the Captain. Tyler appreciated you more than anyone, finally feeling like he had someone to talk to about the things that went on in his head. He wasn't one for therapy, but the friendship he had with you outside of work made him more comfortable talking to you during sessions.
“Shut up, Seguin.”
“You’re undressing Chubbs in your head, right?”
“No,” You rolled your eyes, looking away from him. You tried to find something else to hold your focus but failed when your eyes scanned past Jamie again.
“Liar,” He continued.
“Tyler, aren’t you supposed to be on the ice?”
“I’m not, actually,” He shot back. “I’m supposed to be making fun of you because it's one of my favorite parts of the day.”
“You’re evil,” You shook your head. "And, annoying."
“So, how are things with you and Jamie?” He asked.
“Good, it’s not like you don’t ask Jamie every day,” You replied. "He tells me everything you say, by the way."
“I'm sure he does, doesn't he worship the ground you walk on?” He raised his eyebrows.
“I don't know what that has to do with anything,” You shook your head again with a smile. "Mind your business."
“What?” He laughed. “It is my responsibility as the friend of both of you to make sure that this boat stays afloat.”
“This boat is still happily floating, thanks.”
“Satisfied?”
“Goodbye, Tyler,” You said, standing up. “Unless you want me to write you up?”
“You would never,” He gasped.
“Oh, don’t be so sure,” You grinned.
“Now who’s evil,” He said. You walked away from Tyler, moving towards the other side of the bench.
“Anyone, in particular, you’re watching?” You asked Coach.
“Uh, let’s see,” He looked over the roster in his hands. “Actually, everyone looks pretty good today. I do know that Dan’s out so maybe check in with Anton and Jamie, make sure they’re good. But, other than that, I think we’re all set.”
“Okay, I’ll check in with them.”
You talked to Anton first, seeing as he was only a few feet away from you on the bench. The conversation was fairly short as he had to get back on the ice, but he was all smiles and energy as usual.
Next, of course, Jamie. Just as you finished talking to Anton, Jamie skated to the bench, sitting down and beginning to take off his skates.
“Jamie,” He turned around, smiling once he saw you.
“Y/N,” He responded. “What’s up?”
“Dan’s not in so I’m just checking in. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good, actually,” He shrugged. “I feel really loose today and I think the game in a few days is going to be good.”
“That’s great,” You nodded. You stood in front of him, your back against the wall. “Are you still doing twenty workouts today?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I could, but I don’t want to overdo it,” He said.
“That makes sense.”
“How’s your day going since this morning?” He looked up at you.
Considering he just got off the ice, you swore you had never seen Jamie look as good as he did at that moment. He was sweating, which you usually thought was repulsive, but looking at him now, you wished you could kiss him. You wished you could do a lot more than that but you preferred keeping your job for the time being.
Coach wasn't an issue. He knew you two were dating, hell, he gave Jamie the "okay" to ask you out. You had absolutely no PDA with Jamie anywhere outside of your office and kept a safe distance from him at other moments. It helped that you hardly had to talk to him at work, only when Dan wasn't in which seemed to be more often than usual lately.
You spent a lot of time in your head. You had been intimate before but it was with amateurs, no one like Jamie. This man is a professional hockey player, captain of a National Hockey League team. A professional athlete who is clearly one of the most disciplined and focused on his craft. Hockey always came first, except you still feel like a priority in Jamie’s life and routine.
Early on in your relationship, with franchise expectations, team meetings, charity work, and your own busy schedule, you both could go days without physically seeing each other for more than 20 minutes, which was very different than how things started. He always made time for you, even if it was just a quick 5-minute phone call while on the road on how we’re doing. And, a lot of impromptu appearances in your office, which you absolutely loved. You liked that your relationship had passed the stage of awkwardness, and now could make time for each other on the fly. It was evident how much you both enjoyed spending time together.
“My day has been pretty smooth so far, “ You shrugged. “I have two meetings later and then the prep for the next few games.”
“Nice, nice,” He said. “You’re going to wear my jersey, right?”
“Jamie,” You blushed. “You know I can't”
“I know, I thought I could make you forget,” He smiled. You sighed under his gaze and he extended his leg out, nudging yours.
“I missed you last night.” You narrowed your eyes at him and obliged, pulling his leg back with a smirk.
“I missed you, too.” It took everything in you to not kiss him right then and there. But you couldn’t help your eyes always finding their way to his lips.
“Are you free after the game?”
You nodded.
“Do you want to come over?”
You nodded again, not trusting your voice.
Jamie smiled, standing up straight. “What is up with you?”
“Nothing,” You responded. He searched your face, moving closer to you.
“You sure?”
“Yes, Jamie,” You said. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, I’ll try to stop by before I start getting ready for the scrimmage.”
“Sounds good,” You smiled. You squeezed his arm gently before leaving the rink. Once you were far enough, you finally let out the breath that you had been holding in. This whole “contain your urges” thing got harder and harder the closer to Jamie you got. Then again, that is the point of being in a relationship. Should you even be containing how you feel at this point? He is your boyfriend, after all.
“Hey, Becky,” You smiled at your new assistant once you got back to your office.
“Hi, Y/N,” She smiled.
“Anything new?”
“Uh, no actually, no messages for you.” She said, searching her computer.
“No, I meant with you. How's the first day going so far? Everything okay?”
“Oh, yes, great,” She said.
“Okay, good,” You nodded. “I might have a few more assignments for you to help get familiar with our tracking system for the players, but we might just start it tomorrow."
“Okay, whatever you think is best. Let me know,” She nodded.
“And, I'm happy you're here. I could really use the help and I think we're going to ge-"
“-Hey,” You heard from beside you. You turned, coming face-to-face with Jamie. “Can I steal you for a second?”
“Sure, but I just saw you,” You laughed. He rolled his eyes, nodding his head toward your office.
“It will literally take a couple seconds. I just have to ask you something.”
“Jamie, this is Becky, my new assistant. Becky, this is Jamie,” You turned your attention to her. “Captain of the Dallas Stars who obviously has no manners.”
"I'm sorry," He rolled his eyes at you before holding his hand out to Becky. "It's nice to meet you, welcome to the team."
"Thank you," Becky responded.
"You'll probably be seeing me a lot, I'm her boyfriend."
"Good to know," Becky looked over at you with a smile.
You laughed, before turning back toward Jamie. "What can I help you with, sir?"
You led him into your office and he closed the door behind himself.
“What do you need to know?” You asked. He laughed, closing the space between you.
“Nothing really,” He mumbled before pressing his lips against yours. He kissed you softly and slowly, making your head spin. You grabbed his arm to balance yourself as he held your face in his hands.
“Jamie,” You mumbled against him. He hummed in response, kissing you again. “Arena.”
“Right,” He sighed. He kissed you one last time before pulling away. “I could kiss you all day.”
“Stop,” You blushed, leaning your head on his chest.
“Okay, I have to get back, but I couldn't stop thinking about doing that,” He said, kissing my head.
“Have fun,” You sighed, pulling away from him. You reached up to slide your thumb over his lips, wiping your lipstick from his face.
“Oh, and,” He leaned down to your height and his smell filled your nose. You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “I was thinking, maybe you could spend the night?”
"That would be nice," You opened your eyes, being met by his.
"I hope you know," He smirked. "You have me wrapped around your finger."
"I'm glad to see we're on the same page," You replied.
“Then, what do you say?” He searched your face, although he was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your upper lip. “Spend the night with me?”
You lowered your arms, nodding, “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Good,” He smiled, before pressing his lips to yours. “At some point, I'm not going to be able to make eye contact with you at work. I think it's happening soon.”
“Shut up,” You blushed, lightly pushing him. “Have a good workout, or whatever you’re doing.”
“I will,” He said. “I’ll see you before the game?”
“Yes,” You nodded. He smiled before leaving your office.
When you awoke the next morning, you felt surprisingly refreshed for the first time in a few weeks. Falling asleep on Connor around 9:30 pm the night before sure did pay off.
You were reminded what sleeping like a normal person could do to your energy levels. You powered through your day with minimal complaints, even getting through a significant amount of homework. When you noticed how much work you had gotten done by 6 later that evening, you stopped for the night.
Almost as if he could sense your freedom, Connor texted you as you walked to your closet from the shower.
Connor: How’s homework going? You smiled to yourself, quickly typing a response to him.
You: I got so much work done today, I’m truly surprised
You: I just got out of the shower
Connor: very proud of you :)
Connor: Does that mean I get to see you with your eyes open tonight?
You: ha ha, really cute -_-
You: yes, come over
Connor: i’m picking up food so don’t eat anything
You: you know exactly the way to my heart <3 drive safe cutie
Connor: you’re just saying that cause I’m bringing you food
You: ;) hurry up
About half an hour later, there was a knock that sounded through your home Standing from the couch, you moved to open the front door, revealing your boyfriend.
“Hi,” You smiled.
“Hey,” Connor responded, immediately stepping into you and using his free arm to pull you into his chest. “Hm, you smell nice.”
“I washed my hair,” You laughed into his hoodie. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, before tugging him inside by his top to close and lock your door. He smiled against your lips before parting from you, arm still securely around your waist.
“How was your day?” You asked.
“It was okay,” He shrugged, moving to follow you into your kitchen. “Spent most of it at the rink and then I slept for a little.”
You both then decided to eat on your balcony that you hardly used. Connor quietly made plates for the both of you, while you worked on the wine. Once you were both ready, you sat next to each other in front of a beautiful view of Edmonton. The conversation was light, and slightly hushed.
This was one of your favorite parts of your new relationship with Connor, the normal everyday conversations. You were still learning new things about him, and sharing experiences yourself, so you never knew what he would say. But, there wasn’t any anxiety behind it at this point. In all honestly, his embarrassing stories always seemed to top yours.
“You know what I was thinking about earlier?” Connor said after a moment of silence in the conversation.
“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your eyes to his.
“You haven’t come to a game yet.”
You knew he wasn’t mad because he was smiling, but that also wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, or truthfully had even been thinking about. In that moment, you realized how terrible that was, that you hadn’t seen Connor play the game that was providing for him and giving him the opportunity to live the life he was living.
He didn’t really talk about his current schedule with you, mostly reminiscing on past memories of his childhood and rookie years. You could easily look it up online, but you thought that if Connor wanted you be at one of his games, he would have said something. And, that if he wanted you to know something about his past, he would tell you. You knew that the NHL was a lot more than hockey, so you never pressure him into talking about anything he didn’t bring up himself.
“I haven’t,” You agreed, nodding slowly.
“It would make me really happy if you could come next Tuesday. I know your schedule’s always packed, but...” He trailed off, with a small shrug. “I would like you to come and see the team play.”
You truly thought about it, glossing over your syllabi in your mind. “I think I can.”
“Really? I thought I was going to have to beg,” He laughed.
“Would you?”
You swore you said it innocently, but he bit his lip through his smile, shaking his head. “I’m prepared to, if that’s what you want.”
You laughed then, a chill running up your spine. “Your mind is filthy.”
“Since you already said yes,” He grinned fully again. “I guess I won’t need to?”
He was silently challenging you, raising his brow in question. One thing you were so lucky for, was your intense attraction to Connor. That, plus his honesty and boldness in demonstrating his also-intense attraction to you. You were slowly passing the touch barrier, however you hadn’t felt ready for anything further yet. But, in the past few days, you noticed just how comfortable you were with Connor. And how badly you wanted him all over you.
“Would I have to sit with anyone in particular?” You moved on, smiling back at him.
He narrowed his eyes at you, “Not if you don’t want to, but there’s a section for wives and girlfriends.”
“Do you want me to sit there?” It was a genuine question because you were still trying to decipher the life of an NHLer and what it meant to be the captain’s girlfriend. You both had never really talked about it much, but you knew there would become a point where you would need to. Unfortunately that time seemed to be now, while your were trying not to show him how keyed up you were.
“I personally don’t care where you sit as long as you’re there and I can see you.”
“But, what would everyone else think about me not sitting with all the other WAGs?”
Connor tilted his head at that, taking time to search your face. He contemplated his words because he knew the look you were giving him meant you actually wanted an answer. Once he knew what he was going to say, he moved his plate to the table. He stood up and grabbed your plate from your lap, before squeezing into the space beside you in the chair. Your thighs were pressed together as he wrapped his arm around your back.
“I really don’t care who you sit with. If you want to bring your friends, or if you want to sit with the other partners and families, or if you want to sit alone, it doesn’t bother me. I want you to be there and comfortable.”
“But, you’re the captain of this team,” You responded, feeling figuratively exposed for your fear of what people would think of you dating the Connor McDavid. “Are you sure there aren’t some gazillion rules I have to follow and events I have to be at?”
He let out a laugh, his other hand moving to your leg with a firm grip. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious,” You nudged his leg, glaring into his eyes. “I may not know a lot about hockey but I know some people are really invested in it. That includes you so I’m trying to respect your caree-”
He cut you off by shaking his head, “-You’re my girlfriend, not my work wife. I mean, you can be that if you want but I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to do. Honestly, I might just ask you to be my date from time to time, but that’s just because I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.”
The way he was staring into your eyes grounded you, as if he knew exactly the thoughts that were racing through your head. “I have a right to keep you all to myself and honestly, I could care less what the NHL could ever want from me. I’m a hockey player, not a tool.”
“Hm, sometimes you’re a tool,” You waved your hand slightly. He rolled his eyes but smiled still and leaned closer to you. “My job doesn’t dictate who I date or who I invite to our games, I do. I care about you, and us, and I want you there above anything. That’s all this is.”
You didn’t respond, leaning up to kiss him instead. His hands quickly moved up to your hair, pressing you into his chest. He didn’t waste time in pushing his tongue past your lips. His tongue massaged yours gently, but soon his hands gripped your hair with a tight hold. The kiss intensified, and shortly he had you pinned under him with your back against the seat.
He pulled away to press kisses on your chin, descending to your neck. The makeout session didn’t last long as the night wind had picked up speed, resulting in a quick shiver to pass through your body. Connor laughed against your skin, releasing your hair from his fingers, “We need to go inside.”
You began to stand before he finished his sentence, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You started it.”
“And, I’m not sorry about it at all,” He laughed, standing up after you successfully grabbed both plates into your hands. He stopped you by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.
“When are you ever sorry for flirting with me?” The feel of him pressed against you almost had you buckling at the knees, but luckily Connor’s hold on you would suffice, something you had grown to enjoy experiencing lately.
“Good point,” He paused to press another kiss to your neck, ”I can’t help it.”
“Don’t forget the glasses and the bottle, Con,” You laughed as you used your foot to slide the door open. He groaned, and you could feel it in your chest as his lips were still against you.
He kissed your skin again before letting go, and he moved back to clear the rest of the items left behind. There was a comfortable silence between you both as you washed the dishes, Connor drying. He would occasionally smirk at you, resulting in a roll of your eyes. You watched as he refilled both your glasses of wine, eyes trailing over his shoulders that were snug in his hoodie.
He had been training a lot more lately, and as always had plenty ice time. The results on his physique were definitely beginning to show, although you were sure he probably looked this good every day of his life. But now, you got a front row seat at all of the changes in his life, including his body. It was a weird feeling, to be attracted to someone so much, and be in the position to actually enjoy it. You didn’t have to admire from afar anymore, he was yours.
He looked up, catching you red-handed as you pictured memories of him without the current hoodie he was sporting. He didn’t say anything, though, just smiled and handed you your glass, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” You face was hot as you took a large sip of your wine.
“Are you picking tonight?” He reached out for you, his warm hand finding your side and pulling you into him. He guided you both into your living room.
“You can pick, I’ll take hours,” You responded. He laughed against you, before dropping into his usual space on your couch for movie nights.
You took the space next to him, placing your drink on the table. He pressed a few buttons on the remote before you saw something begin to play. “You found something already?”
“Yeah, I just picked the first one in your recommended list,” He shrugged.
“I’m probably gonna hate this,” You rolled your eyes. “Or have already seen it.”
“It won’t matter unless you’re awake in ten minutes,” He teased.
“Fuck off, Connor,” You laughed. “I think your movie picks are just boring, it’s not my fault that they don’t keep my attention.”
“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” He held his hands up in playful surrender. “I think it’s cute.”
“I’m not even tired tonight, I slept, remember?”
“Yeah, I liked having to tuck you in last night.”
"Only because I was the most tired I’d been in years.”
“Well, I’ll tuck you in whenever you want.”
You looked back at him, “I might take you up on that. Maybe you’ll make sure I actually get enough sleep.”
“Trust me, I would try,” He scoffed. “You amaze me, seriously.”
“How?” You let out a laugh, already deciding to ignore the movie playing in the background.
“What do you mean, ‘how?’” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re a full time student while also working full time hours at a job on your feet all day. You might not realize it but that shit’s not easy to do. And, you don’t sleep enough.”
“Your job basically pays you to go to sleep at 8 pm. Mine has me up until midnight, and all my money going into school which keeps me up another good four hours. I kind of have to.”
“That’s fair,” He sighed. “Still, I don’t know how you do it.”
You searched his face as you contemplated how to respond. But he didn’t let you think too long, squeezing you gently while also pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Regardless, you’re fucking important to me and I’m going to prove it. For now, I want you in every part of my life.”
“Such a way with words, McDavid.”
“What does it mean when you call me that?” He smiled.
“That I’m being sarcastic,” You rolled your eyes.
He laughed, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Noted.”
“What did you think it meant?” You asked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh as you moved to lay on your back. He kicked his slides off before he laid next to you. He tangled his legs with yours, his body partially on top.
“Exactly that,” You could feel him smile. “But a part of me was hoping it was something else.”
“Like what?” Can a person feel you get goosebumps if you’re cuddling?
“Anything but sarcasm, guys call me that on the ice,” He responded.
“Now, I’m definitely using it to make fun of you,” You shrugged.
“So nice,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “So, you are coming to the game, right?”
“Yes. And, if something comes up once I actually check my calendar, I’ll definitely be at the next one.”
“I can’t wait.”
In a change of usual events, Connor fell asleep in your arms that night. His week had been just as busy as yours, if not more. He was gone for two days earlier in the week, and had back to back games. It surprised you how he was able to drive you back home last night at such a late hour when he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before either.
Without anything happening besides cuddling, he spent the night with you. He had an early morning practice so he kissed your forehead a few times the following morning before he slipped out to get ready for his day.
You carried on your normal schedule of school, work, and Connor for the next few days until the day finally came that you supported him at one of his games.
You didn’t end up sitting with the wives and girlfriends, but you also had the privilege of being pretty anonymous at this point in your relationship with Connor. No one knew who you were, or probably that you even existed, and you sort of liked that.
It gave you freedom to still live your life without feeling like you’re living under a microscope. From what you could see online, wives and girlfriends of NHL superstars seem to have pretty private lives and fortunately don’t get harassed and followed like you thought.
You picked up hockey relatively fast, always playing Connor’s games while he was playing, even if it was on in the background of you doing homework. You may not understand every detail, but that wasn’t why you were watching it. You just wanted to see him, and watch him do what he loved and what he was so good at.
Connor loved that about you. You didn’t try to force yourself into his life and his career. Girls he’s dated in the past tried to coach him, or smother him on social media. He liked that you were just focused on him, and not also what he did for a living. You cared, but just enough that he didn’t feel like you were with him for the wrong reasons.
Once the game was over, you waited for Connor to text you where it would be best to meet him. It didn’t take long, he mentioned he wanted to head out early tonight.
Connor: If you come down that path right next to your seat, and take a left I’ll meet you in that hallway. They’ll let you pass
You: I haven’t seen you all day, hurry
Connor: Few mins and then I’m omw baby
You excitedly made your way to where he instructed you to. The staff member smiled at you pointing to the left hallway. You turned the corner before stopping to look over the pictures on the wall. To no surprise, a poster of Conor adorned the majority of that wall. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the fact that that was your boyfriend. Holy shit.
A few minutes later, Connor rounded the corner from the opposite direction. You pushed yourself off the wall with a smile on your lips as his eyes found yours immediately. You couldn’t help but look him over. With how busy his schedule had been getting as the guys got closer to playoff season, he had decided to skip shaving for at least a few weeks, resulting in a full beard beginning to grow on his face. At first, you didn’t know how to feel about it, but you would never tell him to shave just because you didn’t like something. You didn’t hate it, it was just there.
Now, however, watching him make his way over to you with his fitted suit and bag thrown over his shoulder, you couldn’t help the rush of blood to your cheeks as he crowded you to wrap his arms around you tightly.
“Hey,” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a light kiss to you skin. You shivered from the warmness of his lips, but hugged him back.
“Hi,” You replied. He pulled back after a few moments, a soft smile on his lips. “You played amazing, as you always do.”
“Well, when my good luck charm is here, I have to show off a little,” He teased. “I was better today than most days.”
You rolled your eyes, intwining your fingers with his, “Yeah, right.”
He laughed, squeezing your hand. He was about to say something when a man you recognized as Leon passed by, slapping him on the back rather harshly.
“Hi Y/N,” Leon grinned as he continued walking. Connor flipped him off as you waved before turning his attention back to you.
“So, he knows who I am?” You smirked.
He rolled his eyes but leaned down to press his lips to yours in a firm kiss. “You’re my girlfriend and he’s my annoying best friend. He doesn’t let things slide.”
“Is this a new suit?” You asked, gently tugging at his blazer.
He looked down at his game day suit, “No, but I haven’t worn it in awhile.”
“Looks good,” You hummed, knowing better than to look him in the eye while you were still both technically in public. Connor was never subtle about his praise kink, he got turned on almost any time you gave him a compliment. In the beginning, you had no idea how you would keep up with him, but he brought out that side of you, too.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“I mean, this look is kind of rude, but it’s nice, too, I guess.”
Laughing, “Rude?”
“I didn’t come to your game to be turned on the whole time, and then see you come out in this.”
He hummed, grinning down at you. He had a teasing glint in his eye, annoying you beyond belief. You could already tell that he was a tease. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.
“Ready to go, then?”
“Mhm,” He nodded, throwing his arm over your shoulder. Pulling you towards the exit, he pressed his lips just above your ear in a kiss, “So, I’m turning you on a lot today?”
His voice was whispered against your head as you passed people in the hall. With your arm around his waist, you bumped him with a laugh, “Let’s not talk about it.”
“I definitely want to talk about it,” He responded, tightening his hold on you. “Are we going to yours or mine?”
“Whichever you want,” You shrugged, looking up at him.
“Let’s go to yours, I want to use your oven in the morning.”
“Who says you’re spending the night?” You teased. Connor was always spending the night at this point, it really never needed to be a question. Even with all these sleepovers, Connor never pushed you and always allowed you to take the lead.
But today, and honestly for the past few days, the energy between you and Connor was different. It was comfortable for sure, but you both walked that line of sexual tension consistently. You usually didn’t get to this point with a guy, almost pining for each other, but knowing there’s no rush to getting where you know you’re going to go. For once, however, you were tired of waiting.
“You’re gonna kick me out?” He raised his eyebrows with a smile. “When I’m promising breakfast in bed?
“I guess you’re going to find out, huh?”
“You have no idea how much you have me going right now,” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Holy shit.”
“It’s you!” You challenged. “I’ve been going a lot longer than you.”
“Well,” He said, his hand dropping to your hip. “I can’t wait to get home now if this is a competition.”
You laughed, “Shut up.”
You both shared a look for a few seconds, and you could feel your heart beating in your ears. God, this man.
“I don’t know how I got lucky with someone as beautiful as you,” He said, eyes still locked on yours.
“Yeah, right, Con,” You responded.
“I’m serious.”
You turned to look forward, a smile playing on your lips. “Let just get home and you can tell me how beautiful I seriously am.”
“You’re joking, but I can show you,” He responded. “All night.”
“That’s sounds fun, I’m in.” You still didn’t bother to look at him, and he let out a laugh.
Teaser: "Don’t worry, you can buy me a drink some other time.”
“I’m not wearing that,” You rolled your eyes from Alex and Jayne’s kitchen stool. You were over their house because Jayne begged you to join her at the game, and their outing after. Usually, you found someway to deny the invitation, but she had gotten much more persistent, especially with the plan in place.
You didn’t know that Jayne’s new motivation was to get you and Colton to finally realize your compatibility. She had been watching you two separately for a few years shy of a decade. Although you had many similar traits, Colton respected Alex too much to every go against his wishes. Now with Alex’s blessing, Jayne definitely had something new to invest her energy in.
Alex pouted at you, “I think it’s a sin that you’ve never worn my jersey to a game.”
“The only reason I’m going to this game is for you and Jayne, isn’t that enough?”
“Some friend you are,” He grumbled under his breath as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Jayne is going to be wearing your jersey,” You responded. “I’ll let her be your best friend.”
“For the record, if it was your game, I would wear your jersey.”
“How nice of you,” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be gone by now, though?”
Alex looked down at the watch on his wrist, pushing himself off of the counter he was leaned against. “Lucky for you, yes.”
“I might even do a nice celly after you shut the door behind you, maybe that’ll cheer you up.”
“Babe!” Alex called out to Jayne who was currently upstairs getting ready, ignoring your comment. “I’m leaving now!”
As you scrolled mindlessly through Instagram on your phone, Alex left the kitchen and you could hear their muffled voices talking. To avoid cringing, you moved to their living room, turning on the TV to drown out their conversation.
“Is she coming out tonight?” Alex whispered to Jayne once he found her upstairs.
“Yes, she promised me. Do you have a plan?”
“No,” Alex scoffed. “This was your idea! You don’t have a plan?”
“Shut up,” Jayne rolled her eyes, looking at her husband’s reflection in the mirror as she put the final touches on her makeup. “Last week, they talked for a little at the bar, which was a good start.”
“Yeah, and she said she hoped he was the guy. By the way, does she remember that?”
Alex and Jayne shared many things. One of which was love for you and Colton as close friends. Alex had know Colton for years, and has been a source of support for him as he came into a better man and better player. He has seen his incredible growth, but also been there to see the sadness that had started to cloud his shoulders. Colton was a dominant player, but just like any team, things didn’t always seem so positive. Colton took this the hardest, and Alex wished he didn’t think so critically of himself when he has steadily been improving.
He most likely would never admit this, but you were one of Alex’s favorite people in his life. You were the sister he never had, even though you were Jayne’s friend first. It’s why he was so quick to claim you were off-limits to the team, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if pain was brought on you from someone he allowed into your life. From what he and Jayne talked about, and your own conversations with him, he knew you had been through a lot, and the very last thing you needed was heart break.
“I asked her what the last thing she remembered was, and she said it was our last dance before we left.”
“So, that’s a no,” Alex sighed.
“Unfortunately. But, it does let us know we picked well.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I have to be at the rink, but I’ll think about it and you think, too. We have to get them to talk again tonight, at least once.”
“Agreed.” He pressed a kiss to her lips gently to not mess up her make up. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thank you, baby. Good luck out there, even though you don’t need it.”
Alex kissed her once more before gathering his things. On the way out, he ruffled your hair, before leaving you both in the home.
“Jayne!” You groaned about twenty minutes later. “Alex left like an hour ago, how are you still not ready?”
“It has not been an hour, but he made me mess up my makeup so I had to start over,” She lied, walking out of their bedroom with one shoe on, the other in her hand. Really, she had been pacing the room figuring out ways to subtly get you and Colton together. But, subtlety wasn’t her strong suit.
“Can we go now?”
“Relax, you act like someone is going to steal our seats.”
“Well, sorry if I like to be on time for things,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve already heard Alex bitching me about not wearing his jersey, and I don’t want to hear it if we miss the drop.”
“Our ride will be here in 10, I promise I’m ready,” She said, putting on her shoe. “See? Making progress.”
“Just hurry up.”
And, Jayne did. Although the ride was early, you both made it to the car and then the arena, immediately being engulfed with the WAGs of the team. It was awkward, being the only non-WAG in the area.
It felt like every other woman in your area was side-eyeing you, trying to figure who you were here with, or for. You immediately regretted fighting Alex so hard on wearing his jersey. Maybe then, the wannabe puck bunnies wouldn’t be sending you so much bad energy.
“You good?” Jayne nudged you with her elbow once she noticed how quiet you had gotten.
“Yeah, just waiting for the game to start.”
“Do you need me to go over the rules again?”
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” You said. “I wish we could sit in our own section, though. Away from all the eyes.”
Jayne looked around, shrugging, “It’s the same thing every time. Haters always hate.”
Much like many of the other games, you sat observantly as the players and teams cheered and boo’ed throughout the game. You kept track of the score, which was just about all you could understand, and made sure to stand when everyone else was. Really, all you were looking forward to was the night at the bar with drinks, and dim lights that you could hide behind.
“Listen, man,” Alex whispered to Colton later in the locker room. Colton leaned closer to him, to hear. “You should be on your best behavior tonight.”
“She’s going to be there?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” Alex lied, again. “But the invite was given, and Jayne and I can be very convincing.”
“This still doesn’t give me any idea who she is,” Colton sighed. “We just won, basically everyone is going to be there.”
“That’s the point, idiot,” Alex shook his head. “You have to work for it.”
Colton rolled his eyes, “I really hope you guys know what you're doing.”
“And, I really hope you stop being a buzzkill. Live for once, my friend, this could be great.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Colton left the locker room shortly after that conversation, wanting to stop by his apartment before meeting everyone at the bar. As Colton drove to his place, he neglected to turn on any music, simply driving with his thoughts.
He thought about all the possibilities of who Alex and Jayne could be attempting to set him up with. He thought about that girl he met at one of Alex’s Sunday barbecues. The same girl he went on a date with and wanted to leave twenty minutes in. Hopefully not.
He tried to remember the last time he was genuinely interested in getting to know a woman on a romantic level. Yeah, sex has happened regularly, but nothing that would hold his attention for too long. He felt drained, from all the new people coming in and out of his life. He wanted something stable. He wanted what Alex and Jayne had. He wanted someone that he could trust, with his deepest emotions. The ones he bottled in. He wanted someone to trust him, too, and let him in to their emotions. He wanted a real connection with one woman. One that would last.
Surprisingly, although not to Jayne and Alex, Colton thought about you, too. At first, it was because he wondered if you actually made any moves on quitting your job and finding a new one. He wanted to ask, and he made a note in his head to get your number from Alex or Jayne so that he could reach out to you himself. As soon as he thought about asking Alex, he thought about you potentially being the one for him.
He had always found you attractive, since he first laid eyes on you. Alex knew it. Jayne knew it. And, Colton knew it. Everyone except you. He thought you were funny, smart, really easy to talk to, but also a mystery. All he knew was, Alex made it very clear that you were off limits. There’s no way it’s Y/N, he thought. But a man can dream.
He knew you were strong minded, and respectful to everyone you encountered. He knew your smile was one that he had gotten used to seeing, as it hardly ever left your face whenever you were around him and the guys. You were his dream girl, but a dream nonetheless. Especially when Alex was there to enforce that you were left alone by all the guys. Or so he thought. He thought about how, although he has known you since the beginning of his NHL career in 2012, he didn’t know you. He knew you had layers, and you would only let someone really special uncover them.
By the time he had made it to his place and changed, you had settled at the bar after a twenty minute conversation with Jayne about ‘not looking so closed off.’
You scoffed to yourself, thinking about Jayne’s “suggestions.” Although coming from a good place, you knew for a fact you weren’t closed off, whatever that means. How I look is how I look, how the hell can I change that? And, how the hell can I change how other people feel I look if I don’t agree myself? This is going to be a long two months.
“Boo,” You heard in your ear. You jumped, leaning away to look at who the culprit was.
Rolling your eyes, “Of course. Someone who always invades my bubble.”
Grinning widely, Vince took the seat next to you. “Did I scare you?”
“Yeah, by whispering in my ear like a weirdo,” You complained.
“You’ll get over it,” He laughed. “How have you been?”
You and Vince met right after he was drafted to St. Louis. You even helped him get to know some of the guys on the team. He was the one player that you always had a nice friendship with outside of Alex. You would definitely be lying if you said he wasn’t nice to look at, and talk to. Besides the occasional flirty line, things with Vince always seemed to remain platonic, not that you thought about it being more. Okay, maybe you have. But, a hockey player was not a path you wanted to go down. And, Vince was a great friend. More out there than what you’re used to, but always respectful.
Over the years, Vince appeared to be coming into his own, as a player and a man. Subtle changes like how he talked and walked showed you that he had definitely done some maturing since you first met.
“So, you’re quitting?” Vince raised his eyebrows after you had updated him on work.
“Soon, probably,” You shrugged.
“Probably?”
“I haven’t made a decision yet,” You said. “My bills are getting paid, do I really want to play around with that?”
“I get that,” He nodded. “But, I’m a fan for you not being miserable everyday. You don’t deserve that, come on.”
He leaned over, gently nudging you with his shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but you couldn’t help the heat that rose in your neck, up to your face. You quickly scanned the bar, looking away from him to hide the flush present. Don’t worry, he definitely noticed.
“Besides work, what’s going on in your life?” He asked, waving over the bartender.
“Nothing really,” You let out a laugh.
He rolled his eyes, “I don’t believe that.”
“Seriously,” You said. “I’ve been working nonstop lately. That’s definitely taken up all my energy.”
“You’re not seeing anyone, then?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and even harder when he began to smile. Before you could respond, however, the bartender spoke.
“What can I get you?” He asked Vince.
“I’ll take a beer, and whatever she’s having,” Vince motioned towards you. The bartender turned to you, and you looked at Vince.
“You’re not paying for my drinks tonight, Vincent.”
“Stop calling me that,” He warned, rolling his eyes again. “And, yes I am.”
“No,” You responded. “I’m not letting you do this again.”
“Don’t worry, you can buy me a drink some other time,” He flashed a smile at you. You paused, shaking your head at him in disbelief. “Next time I see you.”
You turned to the bartender, “I’ll have the most expensive margarita you could possibly make, thanks.”
Vince chuckled next to you, “I’ll definitely be opening up a tab.”
“You’re annoying,” You huffed.
“I know,” He said. “You still never answered my question, though.”
“Which one? You’re asking a lot tonight.”
He rolled his eyes, sucking his teeth at you, “You know which one.”
“No, I’m not seeing anyone, Vince.”
“Maybe that’s because you never come out with us.”
“Maybe,” You shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“We’ll never know,” He sang.
“When I get my drink, I’m going back to the table. I’ve had enough of you,” You said, smiling. Vince laughed, throwing his head back.
“You’re a trip,” He said. “I really missed you being out with us, though, seriously.”
“Yeah, I missed you guys, too,” You nodded. “I’ll be out more, I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” He smiled as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us.
“Do you want a ride later?” He asked. It wasn’t unusual for Vince to drive you home instead of Alex and Jayne when you joined the team. Your house was actually closer to his than Alex and Jayne’s, which was convenient. You had figured that out one night when Alex and Jayne drove the both of you home, Vince having had too much to drink to take himself back.
“I was supposed to leave with Alex and Jayne but I’m sure they’ll be all over each other like they are now,” You laughed. “Sure.”
“Okay, find me whenever you want to go.” You wondered why he was so sure he wouldn’t want to take someone else home, but didn’t question him nonetheless.
You nodded, sliding off the stool. “Thanks for the drink, and I’ll be sure to put the rest on your tab, too.”
He laughed, “Yeah, whatever.”
When you went back to the table, you noticed that everyone was gone. All but Colton, who was seated with a drink in front of him and his eyes glued to his phone. You continued walking over, playfully swiping you hand over his screen as you sat next to him.
“Hey,” You smiled.
“Hi,” He returned a smile, placing his phone on the table.
“Why are you sitting here alone?”
“The guys all left to dance and I’m not really feeling the music.”
A mix of ‘Superbass’ by Nicki Minaj was playing and your jaw dropped. “You refused to dance to this?”
He laughed, “Yes.”
“Colton, I’m disappointed in you,” You shook your head. “This is a classic!”
“I know but that doesn’t mean I have to dance to it.”
“Fair,” You thought. “Did you know I could rap the whole first verse?”
“Can you?” He raised his eyebrows, and you nodded in response. “I have to see that.”
“Probably not,” You laughed. “Actually, definitely not.”
“Well, I can’t just take your word for it, I have to see it myself!” He defended.
“Oh, no, you’re gonna have to take my word on this one, buddy.”
“Not fair, at all,” He shook his head. “Total tease.”
You laughed, “Ask me again when we’re not in a crowded bar.”
“Oh, I definitely will,” He said. “Were you at the game tonight?”
“Yeah, you guys played really well,” You nodded.
“Yeah?”
You furrowed your eyebrows at his surprise, “You don’t think? You won.”
“Sure, but it’s not just about winning for me. I feel like I’ve been slacking this season,” He admitted.
“I’m sorry, but have we been experiencing the same season?” You asked, incredulously. “You have been playing amazing, everyone has been talking about your improvement.”
“Really?”
You sighed, “Colton Parayko, have some faith in yourself.”
You could see him blush lightly at your words, shaking his head, “Stop.”
You tried to ignore the warm feeling you felt in your stomach looking at him, taking a sip of your drink. “You’ve been playing great, honest. And, you know I’m not one for fake flattery.”
“I trust your word.”
“You know what could bring your mood up?” You straightened up in your seat. “Sh-”
“-Hey, sorry to bother you, but my friends just went to dance and I don’t want to sit alone. Can I join you guys?”
“Sure, of course.” Although she was much closer to the seat next to you, she chose to sit next to Colton, immediately smiling up at him. You laughed under your breath, catching on to what she was doing.
“I think she's here for you,” You whispered so only Colton could hear you. “I’m Y/N, this is Colton. What’s your name?”
“Amy, it’s nice to meet you,” She said, looking directly at Colton. Colton looked over at you, amusement in his eyes.
“Uhm, yeah, you, too,” Colton responded.
“Have you guys been enjoying the music tonight? It’s kind of hard to hear it if you’re on the dance floor, though, which sucks.”
“That reminds me, I have to find Jayne,” You said, standing up, not before smirking at Colton. “But, he was just telling me about how he really likes that Nicki Minaj song they just played. It’s one of his faves right now.”
Colton laughed, shaking his head at you as Amy turned her full attention to him.
“Have fun,” You mouthed to him, before you turned around to find Alex and Jayne.
At the end of the night, and after spending most of your time on the floor with Jayne, everyone with the team was outside to make sure everyone had a safe ride home. For a bunch of independent adults, one thing you admired about the Blues was the care they had for one another, especially after a night of drinking.
“Are you ready?” Alex asked you, his arm around Jayne.
“Yeah, but actually Vince offered to take me home.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s on the way,” You shrugged. “I don’t think he drank tonight.”
“Wait, one sec,” Jayne pulled away from Alex to pull you from everyone else. “Vince?”
“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He’s driven me home before.”
“He’s taking you to your place, that’s it, right?”
“Jesus Christ, Jayne, who do you think I am?” You laughed. “I am not sleeping with Vince Dunn, at least not tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes at the last part, pointing a warning finger at you, “No.”
“So, I guess it’s not Vince?” You smirked, crossing your arms around your chest.
“What’s not Vince?” You turned around, locking eyes with said person as he approached you both.
Jayne slapped your arm, “Nothing, just sad she’s not riding with us anymore.”
“You act like you’ll never see me again,” You teased her, playing along.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get her home in one piece,” Vince smiled. “Ready?”
“Yes,” You nodded before looking back at Jayne. “I’ll call you when I get home so you can tell me all about how mad you are I’m not letting you take me home instead.”
“Fuck off.”
“Do you guys even like each other?” Vince laughed after you returned your middle finger back to its place.
“We love each other,” You responded, following him towards his car. He opened the door for you, holding his hand out to guide you inside.
“Thank you,” You smiled. He nodded, and closed the door gently. You watched as he made his away around the car before sliding into the driver’s sear. After starting the car, he tapped a few buttons on the monitor.
“Pick your vibe, Y/N,” He said, connecting your phone to his bluetooth. It had been months since you were in Vince’s car, and you phone name was ‘Jill Nora,’ nothing near your actual name.
“Why do you have my phone saved?” You laughed. “And, how do you even know that’s me?”
“I let you connect every time you’re in here because last time you saw a text I got and wouldn’t let me live it down for weeks.”
You smirked knowingly, before selecting a song from your playlist. As Vince pulled off, you let the soft music fill the car. The streets were pretty empty on your way back, and Vince had such a nice car that you could barely feel the potholes he drove over.
“Before you go,” Vince said once you were a few blocks away from your home. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“How would you feel about going out with me?”
You were expecting this.... Vince never failed to flirt with you, it was almost in his DNA. But, you knew past all that, you were friends. Attractive friends, yes, but friends nonetheless. Also, Jayne made it very clear that it wasn’t him. You agreed.
“Vince,” You started, “What body part are you thinking with right now?”
“Come on, you can’t tell me we wouldn’t have fun.”
“Well, what I’m looking for is much more than fun,” You said as he pulled into your driveway.
“You don’t think I can be serious?”
“If you wanted to, you could. But, I don’t think I’m your person, Vince.”
He pouted, “You’re breaking my heart.”
You laughed, opening the car door. “You are hot as hell, Vincent. You know that, but you also know we would not be a good match in the long run. I’d much rather keep you as a friend than end up hating you.”
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Teaser: “You hired me to do a job, and I intend on doing it.”
Just as the guys really began to gain momentum on their run, they were shot down. After a four game winning streak, the Dallas Stars lost two games in a row. Their next game was against Tampa Bay, a team they had lost to in the playoffs the year prior.
The mood around the arena was tense, everyone on eggshells prepping for what they hoped would be a good outcome. You had your work cut out for you, as the beginning losing bout seemed to be taking a toll on not only the players, but also staff and coaches. You tried your best to be available for anyone that needed to talk, but you could see that you were beginning to spread yourself pretty thin.
You were currently in the middle of a session with Suter that wasn’t necessarily going well. He had gotten upset in the previous game, and felt that the team’s loss was all on him. Whether that was true or not, you knew you had to get him to move on and focus on the upcoming games.
“I’m just a little concerned with your reaction to the game,” You repeated, gently.
“Well, I don’t think you need to be worried,” Suter responded, shrugging his shoulders.
“Look, you messed up. You admitted that, it’s fine. Now, it’s how you bounce back from that.”
“I’m going to be honest, with all respect, I don’t really want to do this today. I know we still have what, 45 minutes? I’m just not feeling it.”
You pursed your lips. “That’s okay. How about you come find me when you’re ready to talk? Preferably before the next game because I have to report back to Coach.”
“I know, thank you.” He didn’t even wait for you to say goodbye before he stood up, and walked out of your office. You sighed, writing down your notes from the very short session.
As you began to prep for your next session of the day, a knock sounded at your door. “Come in.”
“Y/N,” You looked up, seeing Coach step into your office and shut the door behind him. “You have a second?”
“Yes, what do you need?”
“I know this might be a little weird but Dan’s not here so I really have no other option. Jamie came in today fuming. He seems upset, and he won’t talk to me. Would you mind checking in with him? I mean, obviously, if it’s something between you two, I can fi-”
“-Well, I would hope it’s not me. We’re good as far as I know,” You interjected. “But, yeah, I can pull him and see what’s up. Where is he?”
“He’s on the ice about to put holes in the net with pucks.”
“Okay, I’ll find him. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I know I’m probably putting you in an awkward place.”
“No, you’re fine. You hired me to do a job, and I intend on doing it,” I smiled. “Even if that’s with Jamie.”
“We should also talk about switching you over to something more permanent, too,” He said, standing up. “If you’d like, of course. I know we agreed on something temporary, so I don’t know if you have something lined up already.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’re doing great work with the guys. They all like you, the staff like you and we’ve only gotten better since we’ve brought you on. No reason to keep interim in your title, yes?”
“Yes, absolutely. I love working here.”
“I’m glad. I knew you would be a good fit.”
“Thank you, Coach. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it. Keep up the great work, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
You nodded before he left your office. You sighed happily as you exited all your browsers to head down to the rink. What could be wrong with Jamie?, you thought to yourself.
Rick was right, this might be awkward. You had successfully stayed out of Jamie’s way at work. Not because you were afraid of him, but because you knew he needed to have his focus on the game when he was here. He vented to you about the team, and you to him about your job, but that was mostly outside of the arena or on your own times during breaks and lunch. You had agreed it would be best if it stayed like that. Now, you had no choice but to put on your work hat with him.
You left your office, heading towards the rink where everyone else was. Once you were out there, you searched for Jamie among the 10-or-so guys on the ice. You found him working alone, and just as Coach said, he was aggressively shooting pucks into the net. You walked down to the glass, knocking to catch his attention. Jamie looked up and you immediately could tell that he was upset.
He nodded his head towards the bench and you made your way over to him. “What’s up?” He asked, taking his gloves off.
“I was wondering if we could talk?” You asked.
“Right now? I’m working.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” You said.
“Can we do it later?” He asked. You waited a few seconds to look him over, deciding honesty was probably your best bet at getting him to talk.
“Coach asked me to check in on you, since Dan’s not here. I’m not trying to disturb you or anything, business only.”
He sighed, standing up. “I’m just gonna take off my skates and change. I’ll meet you at your office.”
“Okay,” You nodded as Jamie turned and disappeared to the back. You could tell he was annoyed at your request, and that made you feel uncomfortable. You were never one to push anyone, but with the game days away, you knew Coach wouldn’t tap you for this if he didn’t need a change in Jamie’s attitude as soon as possible.
You took a few moments to look over who else was on the ice, “Hey, Tyler,” You called out.
He quickly skated over to you, “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Pretty good. Question, is something going on that I don’t know about? Some people seem tense and upset. More than yesterday.”
“Uh,” He shrugged. “ESPN did this whole segment and kind of ripped us to shreds. They released it this morning.”
“Did they target anyone specifically? Anyone I should reach out to?”
“They said a lot about Klingberg, but he seemed fine. Jamie came in a little hot, so maybe him? I haven’t even had a chance to talk to him yet but he seemed pissed. Knowing him, he’s under a lot of pressure.”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” You smiled. “How are you? Are you okay?”
“Eh,” He shrugged. “I know we have work to do so I’m not taking the segment to heart. Trying to keep my focus together.”
“Good. Well, I’m always here if you want to have a quick chat, okay?”
“Yeah, I know,” He smiled. “See you later.”
You nodded, before you both separated. You made your way back to your office. You were almost tempted to pull up the segment that Tyler mentioned, but you didn’t have enough time as Jamie knocked on your slightly ajar door. You waved him in, sliding your papers from your desk. He closed the door behind him, before dropping in the seat across from you.
You didn’t say anything at first, simply taking him in. You could feel the awkwardness in the room, which happened when you had a session with someone who was upset and probably didn’t want to talk to you.
“Are you going to say anything or do you want to just sit in silence?” He asked, sharply.
“I was actually just giving you a second,” You responded, ignoring his tone. “But, I was hoping you would actually direct the conversation. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”
“You pulled me from the ice, so I just assumed you had something that you already wanted to talk about.”
“I do,” You started. “But first, let’s backtrack. Tell me about your morning.”
“It was fine,” He shrugged. “I don’t really think you needed to pull me aside for that.”
“Do you want a few minutes to decompress or anything?” You asked. “You’re visibly upset and I don’t think we can have a conversation like this.”
“I don’t want to be having a conversation right now.”
“Jamie,” You started. “I’m just trying to do my job. Tell me about your morning.”
“It was fine,” He repeated.
“Jamie,” You let out a sigh. “I’m not trying to push you or anything. And, I’m trying to respect your privacy as your girlfriend and obviously, there are stuff that you don’t have to tell me but my boss asked me to talk with you because you’re pissed and Dan isn't here. I’m not your girlfriend right now, and I need to figure out why you’re upset and I want to help, because it’s my job. Just help me out with this? It’s not fun for me either. We talked last night and you were fine, but something is clearly off today. Is it about the segment?”
“I genuinely don’t want to be talking to you right now,” He replied, looking down. “Or anyone, actually, not just you. I wouldn’t want to talk to Dan either.”
“I don’t think Coach wants you on the ice with smoke coming out your head.”
He shrugged then, “I don’t know what to tell him, or you. I’m good.”
“You’re not, though, Jamie,” You corrected. “Is there anything I can do?”
Looking up at the ceiling, he let out a huff of air. He reached up to rub his face tiredly, before returning to look at you. “No, not as a specialist right now.”
You paused, “Okay, then can I just be your girlfriend for a minute? Whatever helps you get ready for practice tonight.”
He stood up, walking towards your door. For a second, you thought he was going to walk out, but he locked the door, then proceeded to close the blinds to your office, things he usually did when you both wanted some minutes of alone time at work.
“I bust my ass every fucking day for this organization. I love this team, I love to represent them, and I honor my role as captain,” He started, pacing around your office.
“We know that. I know that. No one doubts you.”
“I wish that was true. They discredited everything I’ve done for this organization, based on what? Three games? What a fucking joke.”
“You have lost no credit here, you’re still a huge part of this team to everyone.”
“Yeah,” He let out a laugh, sitting back in the chair. “Except people considered ‘experts’ who comment from behind their recording devices.”
“They don’t matter,” You replied. “They’re not on the ice, what do they know?”
“I wish the league didn’t have to include these idiot fucking reporters,” He mumbled. You stood from your place walking over to him. You climbed into his lap, him wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you against him.
“You barely even use social media, Jamie,” You joked. “And, you’re known to give one worded answers.”
He almost smiled, switching to shaking his head at you. “This isn’t fair, having you here. Everyone’s going to know.”
“Know what?”
He sighed, locking eyes with you, “You’re my weak spot. I can’t stay mad with you around.”
You laughed, “Did you want to stay mad and send a message to the guys?”
“Yeah, and you ruined it.”
You shrugged innocently, “Sorry, I didn’t know.”
He rubbed his hand up and down your leg for a few seconds, “No, I’m sorry for how I was talking to you. I’m kind of an ass when I’m mad.”
“It’s okay,” You ran your hands through his hair, looking over his features. “This job requires me to have pretty thick skin.”
He turned his head to kiss your wrist, “Thank you. For being here, with me, with us. We really need you.”
You smiled, “That reminds me of what Coach said to me earlier, that I wanted to tell you.”
“What?”
“He offered me a permanent position here.”
Jamie finally smiled, which made your stomach flutter. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “We’d be stupid not to tie you down here. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” You kissed him again.
“We can celebrate tonight,” He said.
“No, we’ll celebrate after this next game. You’ll be coming off a win and we’ll all feel better.” You said.
“I agree,” He smiled.
“You should probably head back, with a cooler head.”
“Thanks to you.” He kissed you one last time, his lips lingering over yours. “I appreciate you so much, especially when you put up with my trash attitude.”
“I’m here, always, Jamie. Girlfriend or specialist, my door is always open to you.”
Teaser: “If anyone is lucky in this equation, it’s me.”
After another long day of practice and workouts for him and classes for you, you and Connor were curled up on his couch. Although the TV was playing, it was hard for you to keep your eyes open. You have always been someone who was able to devote their full attention to what they were watching, but with Connor wrapped around you, you were too comfortable.
“Is someone falling asleep?” Connor’s asked, bringing his hand up to push your hair back from your face.
“It’s not my fault you’re comfortable,” You grumbled into his chest. He let out a laugh.
“Is homework rough?”
“I was up until 4 am last night working on one assignment,” You sighed. “But, just a few more weeks and then break.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Why? So, you can have me all for yourself for a week?”
“Exactly.”
“I think you’re a little soft for me, McDavid,” You teased, sitting up.
He let out a laugh, “Yeah, I definitely am.”
“Well, I’m very happy that I’m your girlfriend now,” You looked up at him. “I’m pretty soft for you, too.”
“I wasn’t sure how you were gonna feel when I asked,” He said, smiling gently. “You’re pretty unpredictable sometimes.”
“I thought about saying no just for laughs,” You shrugged innocently.
He laughed again, “Wow.”
“I would never,” You said, reaching up to run your fingers through his growing hair. Tugging on the ends gently, he let out a sigh as you moved to lay down again. Moving with you, he shifted so that you were laying facing each other. He nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin.
"I’m so into you,” He said against your skin, making you shiver. “I don’t even know what you see in me but I’m gonna hold on to you.”
“Stop,” You grinning, blushing. “You’re one of the best hockey players on the planet right now from what I’ve seen. If anyone is lucky in this equation, it’s me.”
“Come here,” He whispered, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m still not letting you go.”
It didn’t take much longer before you were sound asleep in Connor’s arms. For awhile, he let you be, knowing that you needed to rest. Then, he ended up falling asleep as well, which was not apart of the plan. You had work early in the morning, plus classes right after, and planned on heading home that night.
“Babe,” Connor mumbled, stirring slightly under you hours later. You were dead asleep, and he knew this as he looked down at your face that was currently pressed into his shirt. He smiled at you, but cursed himself for falling asleep in the first place.
Due to your schedules, it was almost impossible to spend true quality time together. While Connor was free most evenings, albeit physically tired, you had to use your nights for homework and studying. When the occasional night that you were free came up, Connor was always one of your top priorities.
“Babe,” He whispered again, shifting under you. At his movements, you slowly woke before you felt his fingers brush your cheek lightly. “We fell asleep.”
You ignored him, hoping he would let it go so you didn’t have to move but he continued, “I know you’re awake now.”
“I’m tired,” You mumbled, your voice muffled by his shirt.
“You made me promise to take you back tonight,” He said. “And, I don’t want to hear it if I have to wake you tomorrow morning to go back to your place so you can get ready for work.”
“Oh, my god,” You groaned. “You just like being right.”
“No you’re just really cranky when you’re tired.” Hearing the smile in his voice, you pinched his side. He jerked against you, laughing, “Stop, I told you to bring your work clothes, you didn’t listen.”
You sighed then, moving to sit up. Connor’s arm stayed wrapped around you to prevent you from falling off of the tight space next to his body.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” You yawned, attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“I can,” He laughed. Even in your tired state, you got goosebumps from the shapes his fingers were trailing on the exposed skin between your shirt and sweats. You looked down at him then, only to find that he was already watching you.
“Do you want me to drive you now?” He asked.
“I’m just going to Uber,” You sighed in annoyance, mostly at your job than anything else. You laid back down, placing your head on his chest. “I hate bothering you for rides.”
“And, I hate the thought of you falling asleep in some stranger’s car,” He responded. “I’m driving you.”
You could hear the finality in his tone, and you knew he was not going to let you get into anyone’s car while you clearly still wanted to sleep. But, you also knew that he had an early practice tomorrow morning and technically should not be up right now.
“I won’t,” You mumbled.
“Your eyes are already closed again and you just tried to wake yourself up,” You felt him laugh, and while you were annoyed at how right he was, you couldn’t help the smile that fought its way onto your face.
“Shut up,” You whined.
“Do you want to stay or do you want me to drive you home?” He asked. “I don’t mind either. We can get up earlier so I have time to drive you back before practice.”
Connor had no problem with you spending the night at his place. In fact, he wanted you to stay. But, he also didn’t want to make your day any busier when you had a morning shift followed by classes. He knew it was unlikely that he’d see you physically at all for the next couple of days, and it really made him hate both of your schedules.
“I’m such an idiot for not bringing my work clothes,” You said, more to yourself than him.
“You’re not an idiot,” He responded, reaching up to push your hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch, eliciting a smile from him.
“Are you sure you want to be driving at this time?”
“Doesn’t bother me, you know that,” Connor answered, moving to sit up.
“Carry me?”
“You’re funny,” He replied, nudging your legs off the couch. You were being extra, but you were tired. And, Connor knew that so he just chuckled when you slid from the couch, sitting on the ground. “And dramatic.”
“I know,” You said, moving to stand up. Connor stretched on the couch to wake himself up while you slid your shoes back on. “I feel bad.”
Connor let out a laugh, standing up, “Don’t.”
You lightly shoved him as he walked by you to his sneakers. Once you were both ready, he led you outside to his garage, opening the passenger door of his car for you.
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” He smiled. You shook your head at him as you got in, hating how even though you were half asleep, Connor still managed to make your stomach flip.
You don’t remember exactly when you fell asleep, but Connor knew your eyes closed as soon as he pulled out of the garage. Your body slightly turned towards him, he looked over at you a few times during the ride, your sleep state becoming one of his favorite sights lately.
Parking by your apartment complex, he said your name a few times before he opened his door and got out. Closing it as gently as possible, he made his way over to your side and pulled open the door.
“Baby,” He whispered, shaking you gently. Since it had only been a little over 20 minutes, you stirred rather quickly, being met with his smiling face. “Come on, sleeping beauty, let me get you inside.”
You took his hand, allowing him to help you out of the car.
“Do you want a piggyback ride?” He asked once he had closed the door behind you. “I guess I don’t mind carrying you now.”
You laughed, “No, it’s okay.”
“You sure?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the entrance of your building.
“You didn’t have to get out,” You said through a yawn.
“I have your keys and your phone,” He replied. You stopped walking, patting your pockets to see that they were indeed empty.
“How?”
“Since you were half asleep, you walked out of my house without them,” He laughed. “I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice.”
“I guess I failed that,” You mumbled.
“Definitely.” You stayed under his arm, eyes almost closed. Once the elevator had arrived, he pulled you to lean against him. As the doors closed, he kissed your temple. The entire elevator ride up to your floor was spent under his arm, even while he unlocked your door because you knew you were safe with him. Pushing the door open for you, you walked in as he dropped your keys on the side table.
“Thank you, Connor,” You said, as he followed you into your bedroom.
“Stop thanking me,” He said. “Do you want to just get straight in bed?”
You didn’t respond but he knew your answer when you moved straight towards your bed, and he helped you pull your covers back.
“I can’t believe you’re tucking me in,” You sighed, getting in bed. When you looked up at Conor you caught the last of him rolling his eyes.
“You barely have your eyes open, I’d rather make sure you're safe in bed before I leave.”
“Are you sure you can drive back?” Reaching for him, you wrapped your hand around his bicep to look at him.
“I’m wide awake, I’ll be fine,” He said, moving your throw pillows out your way as you laid back on your bed. You watched as he picked up your phone, typing away at the screen. “What time do you have to be up tomorrow? 5:45?”
“I can get away with 6,” You answered.
“5:50,” He said, giving you a look. “And, you better not change it when I leave.”
“Thank you,” You repeated as he plugged your phone into your charger, placing it on your bedside table. “I won’t.”
He smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Text me when you get back,” You said once he pulled away. “I’ll wait.”
“You can see it in the morning,” He said, landing another kiss on your temple. “Get some sleep.”
You nodded into your pillow as Connor made his way out of your room. He peeked at you one last time before shutting the door to your bedroom. After walking through your apartment to shut off the lights that were on, Connor left, locking the door with your spare key.
Once you were certain that he was gone, you picked up your phone to send him a text.
You: You’re an amazing human and an even better boyfriend
You: Thank you and drive safe <3 I miss you already
Connor smiled at the notification as he pulled off back to his house for the night. He didn’t think it was that big of a deal. He was never going to let you go home from his place any other way, especially in the middle of the night.
Nonetheless, he knew the feelings he had for you were a lot stronger than he had ever felt for anyone else. He didn’t just want to hang out with you. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to make you the kind of happy that he knew you dreamed of and fully deserved. He knew he was starting to look at you as if you put the stars in the night sky, but he didn’t care. He knew that a woman like you, and a connection like the one you shared, did not come by often.
You didn’t care about his job, or his crazy schedule, or strict diet. You definitely teased him about it, so much that he had begun to clear out a space for your favorite snacks in his pantry. He didn’t even have to think about these things anymore. You had become the most important person in his life in less than a year, and he always wanted you around. If that meant he had to make some changes to his place, he was going to do it.
