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I throw on a pair of jeans and a wrinkled shirt Tossing the rest of , I run around the roo important behind

Stopping in the bathroom, I check my reflection There’s a hickey on the side ofup what happened last night now Annnnd now I’s she sucked on It’s shameful that I have to force myself to focus on hockey stats so I don’t leave the room with a massive woody

The last thing I put in lasses; I’et scratched I throw on , shove my phone in my pocket, and check forat Violet’s room on the way down is pointless since checkout happened hours ago Besides, she hasn’t returned my call I don’t like how that makes me feel

The whole team is already on the bus when I arrive Coach is pissed I’m late because it messes with the scheduled stops on our way to Tareets me with hollers and snide coht—I’m usually better prepared than this

I take the empty seat beside Darren His brow furrows as he sniffs “You sman on and off the ice for the past several years He’s fully aware last night was an anomaly

I shrug, passing it off like it’s nothing As lad I didn’t have time All I smell is Violet

Kirk pops up froht?”

“Some chick I met in the elevator” My stomach turns No ht now I deserve the title

“Oh, yeah? Only one? No Hat Trick?”

Darren rolls his eyes, and I mumble a noncommittal response

At thirty-five, Kirk is one of the older players on the team, and this is likely his last season He hasn’t co every chick he can lately, despite the wedding band he sports It’s disgusting In my rookie days, I used to think he was cool Now he’s become pathetic

“Weren’t you screwing around with Butterson’s sister at the bar?”

“She’s his stepsister We were just talking” I want to punch hi such a dick