Collide: A Hockey Romance

If I wanted to wear sneakers and walk in the woods, I would be a serial killer

“Where is your hockey stick?”
“Why? You wanna test out a new kink?” I smirk.
“Yeah, let’s experiment by shoving it up your ass.

You’re the only one I want. It was always going to be you, even if I never thought I would get with a hockey player. I mean, it was quite literally my last option. I probably should have chosen anyone else—”
“You’re not selling this, Preston,” I interrupt.

wipe a tear off her cheek. “Babe, the only time I want to see tears in your eyes is when I’m hitting the back of your throat.”
“How romantic,” she mutters, but her smile shines through.

Come on, I’ll even read your porn to you.”
I clutch my bag tighter, a hot flush rising to my cheeks. “I don’t need you to narrate my porn. I have apps for that.”

“Do you want to? Do long distance, I mean.”
My neck almost hurts from how quickly I turn. “Are you kidding? You’re not getting away from me that easily, Preston.”
She grins. “Damn, I thought I’d finally found my window.”
“I’d board up all the windows before you thought about it.”
“You’re bordering on psychosis.”
“Does that get you going? I can turn it up a notch.”
“No.” She laughs. “I think we need to evaluate you again.”
“Evaluate away.” I strip away the covers, causing her to squeal when the cold air touches her skin. She clings to me, stealing any warmth she can.
“I meant psychologically,” she mutters.

“Aid—Oh—that is definitely not the pizza guy.” Dylan’s voice fills the entryway.

“Really? I thought you and Crawford would for sure come together.”
My teeth grind. “Don’t know why you would think that.” Either he’s being purposely obtuse, or he hasn’t seen Oliver’s hand in mine.
Connor’s eyes shift towards him. “Who’s this? Cousin?”
“No,” I grit out. “This is my date, Oliver. Oliver, this is Connor.”
Connor scrutinizes the poor guy. “My bad. What’s up, man?”

Just as I’m about to throw the stupid hair clip at Dylan’s smug face, the waitress pops in.
“Oh! Is this a double date?” she asks, looking between us.
“Yup,” says Dylan, putting his arm around Oliver. “I think it’s love at first sight.”

“Fuck. You need to stop that before this is over too soon.”
“Two pump chump?” she teases with fake sympathy. “Happens to the best of us, buddy.”