Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. And just so we’re clear, she’s not just some girl. She’s my mate. She’s my girlfriend. And I fucking love her.”
John exhales sharply, like he’s deflating. “I’ll keep that in mind. Just… be ready to face the consequences.” With that, he spins on his heel and stalks off.
“Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?” Aria asks softly.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I say, lacing my fingers with hers. “I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go of this hand. Not now, not ever.”
Her lips curve into a smile, and just as I’m about to pull her into another kiss, Sarita’s voice cuts through the air. “Wow. Look at you two, finally burying the hatchet.”