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"Oh" I feel stupid now

In ame before, so why should I be expected to knohat the equipment is called? I know there are sticks and pucks and nets I know some players are forwards, because that’s what Tucker told me he was And I know other players are defensemen, because that’s what Beau told norant about this game There was no reason to ever study up on it, since hockey players have been on h I can’t believe I let my friends talk me into this I don’t have tiuy He’s too nice And sweet And a

That trickle of sha sex still flutters throughAnd even though Tucker assured me that it didn’t make him think any less of me, a part of me thinks less of me

I hate where I come from I hate Ray Sometimes I even hate ave birth to ot this, boys!" an enthusiastic fan shouts, jerking lance at the ice to see Tucker skating again The night we met, he’d admitted that he was slow because of an old knee injury, but holy hell, he doesn’t look slow He’s a blur offrom one end of the ice to the other before I can even blink

His teammates are equally fast, and I can barely keep up with the puck I thought Tucker had it, but then the crowd roars with disappointment and I swivel my head to see the black disk bounce off one of the net posts I guess someone else had it, but Tucker scoops up the rebound He passes to one of his teaht back to Tuck, I find et a better view of hiroan in frustration Carin laughs as I flop back down in my seat, but she doesn’t ame remains scoreless all the way into the third period I can’t believe we’ve already watched thirty minutes of hockey and no one has scored yet You’d think I’d find it boring, but I’ which team will draw first blood

It’s Briar

As the lahts up, a rock anthem blasts over the PA system and the hooal for someone named Mike Hollis and the assist for…John Tucker

I ju loudly This tiot it bad," D’Andre remarks

"Told you so," Hope says to her boyfriend

"What?" Iet with the prograoal," I retort childishly

D’Andre snickers "Good one"

I sit down and watch the fast-paced game with bated breath To my relief, Briar holds the other teaoes off Everyone is in good spirits as they shuffle out of the arena, ht And as unsure as I aet involved with Tucker, I can’t deny I’reat gaest we get in that truck of his for some celebratory sexytimes…

If he does that, I honestly don’t think I would say no this ti out outside the locker rooms," Carin whispers to me as we file into the main lobby "So let’s wait for him outside It’ll be less crowded"

"The bunnies?"

"Puck bunnies Hockey groupies Whatever you want to call theet nasty with a hockey player"

"Ah Gotcha" I shrug back, because I have nothing against girls ant that After all, my own requirement for hookups is athletes only

But when the athlete I’, he’s not alone

My spine stiffens as I watch Tucker pause on the steps with his ar around a short blonde He’s in his hockey jacket and she’s bundled up in a bright red parka, but the way my stomach twists up with jealousy, you’d think they were buck-naked and brazenly fucking on the stairs