The Hockey Star Regret
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as he jogged over.
“You came,” he said, breathless, cheeks still flushed from the game. "I thought you'll be tired after making the trip back."
“Of course I did. I wouldn't miss my boyfriend's game.”
He smiled wildly and there was no mistaking the genuity on his face. "Your boyfriend. I like the way that sounds coming from you. You should call me that more often."
Then his hand brushed mine, not quite holding but not casual either. “The guys are heading out to celebrate,” he said. “But… I’d rather spend the night with you.”