LOGINMaren’s POV:My head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache, like someone had drummed on my head throughout the night. The feeling was familiar. I sat up and opened my eyes a little bit. Thankfully, the curtains were closed and the lights were dimmed. Hangovers and lights don’t work together.I slapped a hand to my throbbing head and scanned the room. It was an unfamiliar room. Wait. I am not in my hotel room! Did I sleep with someone?I glanced down at my clothing and I was still wearing the gown which I wore to the party.I heaved a breath of relief as my clothing was intact. The door opened and Gideon stepped in.“You are awake,” he smiled, moving further into the room. “Good morning.”“I don’t think I am having one,” I replied. My throat feels scratchy and my mouth dry and sour. How much did I drink last night?Gideon chuckled. It was smooth and low. He turned towards another direction.“What is funny?” I asked. Did I look cratered right now? Oh my God, a hangover face is the worst. I
Gideon's POV:I tapped my foot against the floor as I leaned against the wall outside of Maren's hotel room, waiting for her to come out so we could head to the club. We had just come back from the beach about two hours ago.I took a couple of pictures of her at the beach. She looked so beautiful in the pictures; she was calm and had a bright smile on her face, gentle and soft. The door opened and she stepped out. She had changed her clothes from earlier to a short burgundy gown, and she even had her makeup done.Her hair was down. I don’t know which one suits her better, her hair down or up. She looks beautiful both ways.“I am ready,” I heard her say, which cut me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat; I must have been staring like a creep.“Yeah… yeah, let’s go,” I tried not to sound weird.She gave me a smile, the one that doesn’t look strained, and I smiled. Then she burst into laughter.“What?” I frowned. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “What is funny?”“Your hair—” she wheez
Maren's pov I realized at an early age, I do not have a mom or dad. A real one. Foster homes are not easy, to live or to be happy. I was never happy.I never had luck in a good foster home despite changing foster homes about ten times before turning eighteen.Those years are not the best times of my life, No friends or a good relationship with foster parents, when Dante asked about where I am from, I felt like my whole world stopped.That question always comes with bad memories that I don't want to remember.I fondled the hem of Gideon’s jersey, it was large, big and smelled like him. He had brought it to me this morning before going to warm up with his teammates.I sat in the coordinate section provided by the host team, the games had not yet, the speculators were just arriving.I have only been to a hockey game once with Dylan, when I used all my savings to get tickets to the Icehawks game for Dylan's birthday. God l was stupid, too stupid.Even though I don't understand the game, I
Gideon's pov I knocked on Maren's hotel room door, the door cracked open. Maren's head popped out, a habit I had noticed she had when she opened the door. A smile spread on her face when she saw me, she opened the door wider. “Hey, come in” she stepped back for me to enter. She is wearing baggy jeans and a yellow basic top, her hair is down. She should up it. She notices my stare and fiddle with her fingers. “You said casual, so I thought I should wear this. Should I have worn a gown but they are floral dresses and you didn't….” She rambled on and stopped when she heard me laughing. I used to hate when people ramble but hers is cute and funny. “No, you look nice and you can wear whatever you want” I told her. “Alright”, she nodded. “We should go now” I held out my right hand, she picked her purse and placed her hand in mine. We walked out of the hotel in silence but hands in hands. I was trying to hail a taxi when Jaxon called us. “Is that the latest couple in town?” he sho
Maren's pov The day before Gideon's first game came really fast and I was nervous, Rylee already told me what to expect from the press. She even told me what to say when being asked questions from the press.My phone beeps. I picked my phone up to check, thinking it was Gideon's driver who was taking me to the airport. But it was a message from Flora, asking for a document on a painting. I scoffed, is she trying to make me come in today? She is really crazy.I know she knows where it is, she had thought I still cared enough to go back there. That wasn't me anymore, I don't want to push around again.She had thrown a fit when she heard I wanted to take some days off. Even though my boss didn't find it inconvenient and I already resigned, I was just there because my boss is nice to me. She claimed that the work load will be too much if I take a leave now. Crazy.I didn't reply, not because I am scared of her or anything but I just don't want her to say negative words to me. A knock cam
Gideon’s pov“What is Bl?” I asked. I have never heard of this genre before. She shifted in her seat.“Hmm… boys love,” she grimaced, like she was caught doing something wrong.“Oh.” I was really surprised; you should have just said so in the first place. “You should have said so… that was why you were uncomfortable.”She cleared her throat. “You are not uncomfortable or anything?”“Why would I be? Do you want to watch one… we can,” I said, glancing around.“No. No,” she laughed. “Not here.”“Okay, but why do I feel like you don’t want to watch with me?”“That’s not it… most are series… so.”“Cool,” I replied. “We should get going, or should we wait for the next movie?”“I would like to end here today. It has been fun so far.” She smiled. We stood up at the same time, bumping into each other.“Sorry,” she winced out.“It’s okay, I bumped into you too.”We walked out of the theater in silence. I opened the car door for her, and she muttered a small thank you. We soon arrived at her apa







