Page 40 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

"So I went on the date with this Scottish guy."

"Yeah, John, right?"

"Yeah. And he was really nice and sweet. Anyway, long story short, turned out he had a thing for some friend of his. He was broke, and she had a kid, and I ended up texting—or calling, I can't even remember now—Tyler. And he brought some cash so that this guy could surprise this girl. Anyway, I thought it was sweet. So we had a couple of drinks, and now I'm home."

"Is that all that happened?" Sabrina says, raising an eyebrow. Her green eyes peer at me.

"I know you well, Erica, and..."

"I feel like I'm going to be sick." I rub my stomach. "I think I drank way too much yesterday."

"Oh, no. You want to go to the bathroom? Do you want me to make you anything?"

"I would love some eggs and maybe just some OJ or water or something. I'm going to lie down on the couch."

I head over to the living room and sink into the big, wide reclining couch.

"This feels amazing," I say as I close my eyes. "Oh, Sabrina, I'm such a fool."

"Why are you a fool?" she says, her voice sounding distant as it carries across the room.

"Because I kissed Tyler." I close my mouth quickly. "Oh my gosh. My brother's not here, is he?"

"No, but what? Give me all the details!" Sabrina comes rushing over to me and hands me a glass of water.

I sit up regretfully and take a couple of sips. "Yeah, I was drunk. I mean, I didn't kiss him because I was drunk. I kissed him because he's handsome, and he's not such a bad guy all the time. And he kissed me back, and it was kind of hot. We were in this bar, and I was thinking,Wow, maybe I'll have some fun here." I groan. "Anyway, he kind of cut me off."

"He cut you off? What? Did you offer to have sex with him or something?"

"No, Sabrina, you just said you know me well. You know I'm not going to offer to have sex with some rando. But he's not a rando."

"And you just said he's hot."

"I mean, just because I think he's hot doesn't mean I'm offering myself to him like that. We haven't even been on a date."

"Okay, okay. So how was the kiss?"

"Honestly? Kind of amazing. Kind of had butterflies in my stomach. Kind of felt hot and cold and everything in between. And I kind of touched his... you-know-what."

She just stares at me, her lips twitching. "His what?"

"His cock."

"Girl, you did not." She giggles. "Why?"

"I don't know. I was sitting next to him, and I wanted to explore, have some fun, and my hand just happened to find its way there. And let's just say, he's an anaconda in the... you-know-what."

"Oh my gosh. So you saw it? Did you give him a blowjob?"

"No, I didn't see it! And of course, I didn't give him a blowjob. I just kind of reached down and squeezed it." I bite down on my lip. "I mean, if he would've taken me back to his place, maybe I would've given him a blowjob. He was a good kisser. A really good kisser. The best kiss I've ever had. Not that that's saying much."

"Oh my gosh. Do you like him, Erica?"

"No, I don't like him. I mean, he is a nice guy. It was sweet of him to come out and give the money to John so that John could find love. But that doesn't... doesn't negate the fact that?—"

"What? And if you bring up the wine incident again..."

"No, I'm just saying it doesn't negate the fact that he is a professional athlete who seemingly dates around and is not interested in having a relationship. And we both know that my end goal is to meet the love of my life, get married, and have kids. I only want to be with one man in my life, and I want that to be my husband."