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But Arden isn’t who I’m really looking for. No, it’s the guy seated on the bench next to him—his teammate Nils Sten—who has captured my full attention.
Okay, I must confess—there’s another reason why I really wanted to see this game. Arden can never know this, since they’re not only teammates but best buds, but Nils is my secret crush.
He has been for a while, ever since I saw an interview with him, sans shirt, last season. He was all hot and sweaty, and I just kept imagining what it would feel like to run my hands down his smooth, hard chest and sculpted abs.
Oh, my!
Afterward, I watched tons more interviews with Nils. I also looked up articles. The good news is, at least for me, I know for sure he’s not married, nor does he have a girlfriend.
It was okay to fantasize even more.
And fantasize I did.
My crush grew stronger, and that’s how Nils became my secret “side project” for when I get to Atlanta.
That’s right—I’m going to “have” that man in some way, shape, or form, even if it’s only a onetime hookup.
I deserve this little bit of carefree fun. I’ve been leading such a serious life for so long, working my ass off all through college these past four years, getting straight A’s, making the Dean’s List and the Honors Society. Hell, I even worked a part-time job each and every summer.
My list of accomplishments could go on and on. That’s why I was quickly accepted to one of the country’s top law schools.
But then I realized I’m not sure if law is what I want to study…or if Chicago is really where I wanted to be.
I just don’t know what I want to do. Go back to law school or do something else entirely?
I have no clue.
The only thing I do know for certain is that I freaking want Nils!
He’s gorgeous, he’s hot, he’s tall, and he’s made of freaking muscle. I love his wild, untamed dark blond hair, and the way he flips it back out of his face before he puts on his helmet.
Don’t even get me started on his stunning green eyes. They’re truly the color of emeralds.
Gah, kill me now.
I want to get lost in those eyes in person, while Nils does unspeakable things to me.
Oh, and the sinful things I’ll do to him in return…
Sighing as I pop a fry into my mouth, I nod and assure myself that in this, I will win.
And I will, as Elena “Ellie” Troy always gets what she wants.
There’s only one thing, a caveat, if you will—Arden can never know what I’m up to.
Nils
We win our home opener against the Tampa Bay Lightning. The victory is sweet, especially for my best friend and teammate, Arden Troy. Although nobody was holding it against him except himself, he made up for a bungled shot last season during the playoffs that took us out of contention.
Tonight, though, when confronted with that same shot, he nailed it. He scored in overtime, ensuring our victory.
Now everyone is in the locker room, high-fiving and congratulating him.
I already gave him a tap with my stick and a “Way to go, bro,” as I passed by.
Now I’m seated next to Finn Norath, our second-line centerman, taking off my pads.
Finn, who has a rugged look about him that lets you know he just has to play some kind of a professional sport, tugs his black tech shirt over his head, making his reddish-brown hair stand up in all kinds of weird angles.
