Tasting My Hockey Roommate Novels & Stories

I looked at Raihan and scoffed. “Trust me, I noticed.” "Try not to cross paths with Raihan and his friends," Ethan said, lowering his voice slightly. "Trust me, he's not someone you want on your bad side." A faint smile tugged at my lips. "That's unfortunate." Ethan frowned. "Why?" I shook my head, amused despite myself. "Because he's my roommate." For a moment, the table fell silent. Then Ethan blinked. "You're kidding." "I wish I was."

I backed away to take a closer look at her “Geez, mom, how in the world do you get all these ideas?” She smiled a little as we sat done together on one of the massive chairs “I may be older, but I know things like this.” The fact that my mother assumes I have a crush on Adrian Volkov is just wild. “Adrian's just my roommate and the hockey captain. We don't share that kind of feeling.” “I was asking about you, Sammy. How do you manage in the boys' dorm?”

I sighed, “it’s one of those Friday nights.” “Awwww,” she said, and patted my head sympathetically, sort of like you would a poodle. It’s something she started when we first roomed together in college, and it stuck. By the way, she’s the only one who can do it and live to tell the tale. “Text me when you get off. I’ll slip away, get some Haagen Daaz at the grocery store, and we’ll crack open a bottle of wine back home and watch a bad romantic comedy.” I love my roommate. Have I mentioned that I love my roommate?

Everything about him screamed wealthy man who probably owns boats. “Lily,” he said warmly. “Glad you made it.” I gave the polite smile of someone participating against her will. Mom narrowed her eyes. “Where did you even go?” “Walking,” I responded, clearly not in the mood to speak. I ignored the looks they exchanged and dropped into the empty seat beside Mom. The game resumed moments later, and unfortunately, that asshole from the room appeared on the ice. He skated out like arrogance had developed legs. Broad shoulders. Annoyingly familiar green eyes.

she continues with her deceptive innocence, "here's a nice boy who actually remembers conversations with you and brings you coffee, such a Novel concept." Liam laughs, a warm sound that fills the small room. "I like your roommate already. She's got excellent judgment." "Don't encourage her," I say, but I'm already reaching for the coffee. The gesture is so simple and thoughtful, that it makes my chest ache in a completely different way than it has been. "Thank you." "My pleasure." His smile softens as our fingers brush during the exchange. "So, campus tour? The rink here is incredible, and I have a feeling you're going to love it."

I reached for the knob, expecting to have to fumble for the key, but to my surprise, it was unlocked. Great, I thought. My roommate is one of those people who doesn't believe in security. We are going to have to have a talk about boundaries immediately. I stepped inside. The living area was surprisingly nice—high ceilings, a small kitchenette, and leather sofas. My eyes landed on the walls, which were covered in vintage hockey posters and team photos. I smiled. At least they like the sport. That's a start. I heard the sound of a door unlatching from the back of the suite. I turned, ready to introduce myself and set the "lock the front door" rule.

Another kiss landed on my neck, slow and teasing. I shivered as his tongue traced a wet line along my skin before he kissed the spot again, this time more possessive. “My roommate saw the hickey on my neck today and wouldn’t stop teasing me,” I murmured, my breath stopping when he kissed me again. I had to bite back a moan. “We should probably do something about your fucking roommate being a whole damn man,” he muttered against my neck, his hand sliding higher. I snorted. “Yeah, I could dance naked in front of Eli, and he still wouldn’t get an erection. I am not his type—but you definitely are.”

“Not a boyfriend, just someone that I have been talking to.” I shook my head, of course she was going to find a grey area. When I pulled up at the hockey house. I couldn’t help but notice the change in scenery this was no longer the quiet building that I had always walked through. Now, I could see bright lights shining through, the lawn decorated with people who looked like they had been drinking all their lives. “Whoa, this is...” “I know right,” Marley laughed, reaching into her bag to grab a little flask. “What to pregame?” she asked.

I can see him waving around as he warms up. “How’s work?” I ask Jude as we both stand and walk to the buffet, grabbing some plates and taking food before we go to the outside sitting area to watch the game. I grew up watching Hockey, but I always preferred soccer. Jude, Fred, and Dylan are addicted to Hockey. What can I say? “The same,” he tells me before taking a deep breath. I know something is bothering him, but he is not one to talk about his problems. “Are you okay?” I ask, and his eyes meet mine, and he opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes again when Fred is pushed against the hockey glass. We both hiss at the same time as Fred flips the guy off and sprints after him

“University. I tried making instant noodles in the dorm microwave at 2 a.m. during finals week. Forgot the water completely. The whole floor smelled like burnt plastic for days. My roommate still brings it up when we talk. I had to buy her pizza for a month to make up for it. I still can’t look at instant noodles the same way.” I actually laughed out loud, a real one that surprised even me. “That’s good. Mine’s worse. Rookie year. I tried to impress some teammates by cooking pasta for a team dinner. Burned the sauce so bad the smoke alarm went off and the building almost got evacuated. They still call me Smoke Alarm Hayes sometimes in the group chat. I’ve never lived it down.” Sienna laughed