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𝟷# 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜
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LOGAN
I lay in my bed that was unmade. I'm not sure when I fell asleep last night after coming back from Paris and driving Brook to her dorm.
I was done not only physically but also mentally and emotionally. Everything that happened yesterday in France cannot be described in simple words. I really couldn't believe that my mind wants to make it clear to me that I only dreamed about it.
It all happened yesterday, I know that. I stroke my eyes as I stretched. I couldn't stop the sound coming out of my mouth out of reflexes. I kept my eyes closed, as I slowly opened them and the wide bright light woke me up gently.
My room was very lightened by the sudden bright sun in winter. It was a total mess. I have to clean up today, I stroked my face. I gently slapped my face to finally wake up.
I had my eyes open now. My gaze was on the ceiling. I focused on the slightly torn paint as the guys had a joke and taped my stuff to the ceiling with tape.
I was in a delusion that wasn't easy to break. My fingers lay on my lips and stroke them. That kiss. I couldn't resist her. Since we left the restaurant, all I wanted to do was kiss her.
My eyes often flowed to her lips. That got stronger when she talked about herself. The stories she told me, and she was so radiant, but also briefly almost crying. I noticed immediately how often she was on the verge of tears. But hearing all of this made me realize that she's not exactly the person she pretending to be.
She is not cold, heartless, or mean. She is compassionate, funny, kind and just a pure soul who doesn't like to talk about herself. Neither does she likes to think about herself. That only made me want her even more.
I had to take the chance at the moment when the warm light was on her skin. Her eyes shone. I put my hand on my bare chest, wanting to feel my heartbeat.
My heart is beating hard against my chest. My body reacts immediately to the memory of the kiss that was between Brook and me.
The way she held back first and then gave me control of herself. She was so picky but still distant. She dropped into my arms. I could touch her. My hand goes down my chest. How I could kiss her. When I put my hand under the covers in my boxer shorts, I feel how hard I was.
I wrapped my hand around it and slowly moved up and down. My eyes narrowed. I clenched my teeth and hissed. "Fuck." her skin was so soft. Her lips I've been craving since the party.
The kiss that didn't have too much but not less tongue. How she let me do everything. How she had her hand on my neck and made the kiss even deeper. I wanted more. See more of her, feel more. "Shit." my hand got faster, my moaning louder.
My thoughts were only with Brook and how she behaves, how she talks to me, how she kisses me. Her body, her voice. I moaned even louder when my hand stopped me before my climax.
My eyes opened immediately because I have the most annoying ringtone when I get a call. It destroyed the mood immediately. I still kept my hand in my boxer shorts as I answered without looking at the screen. "Yes?"
"Finally. Where are you? The coach has been asking me for almost an hour, I'm running out of lies." Wait, what time is it? I removed the phone from my ear and saw that it was almost 10 o'clock.
Fuck, I'm late and give myself a handjob? I got my hand out of my pants and quickly got up from the bed, on my way to the bathroom. No wonder nobody is here. Everyone is in training.
"Jean, I'm coming. Please distract him. I'll be there in 20 minutes." Jean let out an annoyed breath. "Hurry up. I'll just say that your parents wanted something. That always works." I thanked Jean and hung up.
I ran into Gunnar's room, which was just a dirty hole. It looked worse than mine. There I charged my phone, while I quickly got ready in the bathroom.
I decided to take a quick shower because I'm about to sweat more than everyone from the penalty for being late. I quickly got dressed, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my gear and phone as I ran to my car with my hair still wet and drove to the ice hall.
When I arrived, I stormed to the ice rink fully dressed. I could see how all the players were there except the captain. They played a match. An hour late, what Coach will do to me scares me more than what my parents would do to me.
I stood at the door without daring to step on the ice. But my name was already being called out when the players saw me. "Go on. I'll be right back." coach whistled into his whistle and skated to me to the entrance of the ice rink.
"Can I ask where you've been? YOU'RE 1 HOUR LATE!" his voice was loud and domain. Yes, I couldn't think of anything else. "My parents needed something." Coach understands my situation. He doesn't know right away what happened in the North house, but my parents are assholes, he also spoke to my parents himself.
"Do you think I'm that stupid and fall for your excuses?" and all is over. "Yeah, okay, I overslept. I was in Paris yesterday and had to fly back. I was tired." I immediately came out with the truth.
"Why the hell are you going to Paris?" "You wouldn't understand." I have never seen a woman by his side. He is a lonely man who only devotes his head to training. He wouldn't understand if I told him that I flew back and forth to Paris for a girl.
"Just don't explain anything to me. As a punishment, you can do laps and slalom with the stick and puck. If the puck comes off your stick just once, you have to do it all over again. Until you've done 60 laps." great, that means working my ass off. Who dares to be late again, after this?
I gripped my hockey stick tightly. Coach threw a puck in my hands when I could start my practice. Or rather, my torture.
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Exhausted and sweaty, I came into the changing room as the last person. Almost everyone was ready to change their clothes. I rolled my eyes as I arrived. The boys shouted out like animals because they saw me walking in. I didn't want to hear the screaming.
I just wanted to go to sleep after practice. I'm done. "If the captain has been late for so long, there must be a big reason." Came Melvin Hawkins with his stupid babble. "Who's the lucky one you skipped training for?"
"Was it at least worth it?" Marcel Hawkins' brother intervened. "I haven't slept with anyone." I sat down on the bench and took my towel to dry my forehead. I put my helmet aside.
"You know how stupid they are, don't listen to them." "Jean is right, calm down, otherwise you will get a wrinkle here." Gunnar showed between his eyebrows what was meant for me.
