Page 84 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

“Yeah. He makes my heart pitter-patter. Right now, what I feel inside...” I pause. “I feel like it’s my birthday and Christmas all in one. I feel like I just want to cry because I’m so happy. I feel overwhelmed with emotion in my body. My body feels like it’s never felt before—like it’s floating in air.” I sigh. “I feel ridiculous. How can I feel this way? It’s not even a real relationship.”

“You guys went on a date.”

“True. He did call it a date. So maybe it was a real date.”

“It was a real date.”

“I know it doesn’t feel real. Wes doesn’t know. Miles doesn’t know.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“I don’t know. Neither one of us has really discussed it. I mean, if he were my boyfriend-boyfriend, of course, my brothers would have to know because it would be something really important. But I don’t even want to bring it up because maybe we’re just friends with benefits. I mean, we’re still technically in the middle of the bet.”

“Girl, you are not still in the middle of that bet.”

“We are. And neither one of us has won. I don’t even know what the prize is.”

“Girl, his prize is going to be for you to fuck him somewhere.” She laughs out loud.

“Well, then he can claim victory as soon as he wants because I’m open.” I wrinkle my nose. “Actually, that sounds kind of tacky when I say it like that.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean.” She laughs. “So he’s good in bed?”

I nod slowly. “I mean, I don’t have much to compare it to, but... fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge.”

She laughs out loud. “You really like fudge, huh?”

“I love Mason fudge. It should be illegal how much I love fudge. And his fudge.” I whistle. “It is very nice.”

“Oh my God, I never thought I’d witness the day when my best friend Erica was talking about how much she loved giving—eating—fudge.”

“I say eating fudge. Giving head. Same difference.”

Sabrina slams her hand down. “I’m sorry, I’m so uncool, aren’t I?”

“It’s okay. But you’re correct. I like giving head. And eating fudge. And I’m happy to report that he is the same way.”

“Oh my gosh.” Sabrina shakes her head. “So what’s the plan for tonight? Do you want to go to the movies?”

“Well, Tyler has a game in two days and a big practice tomorrow, so I said I’d call him. He doesn’t really want to hang out since he can’t have a late night.”

She stares at me for a couple of seconds. “So wait, what? You’re going to call him and then... you want to watch a movie?”

“No, I figured I’d call him and then work on editing the second episode. And figure out how I can help at the women’s shelter that I volunteer for. I told you I went to the orientation, right?”

“Yeah, you did. That’s awesome.”

“It’s really important. And it’s really kind of... hardcore.”

“We don't actually even know where the different shelters are until they figure out if they can trust us.”

“Wow,” she says. “I never realized some of these women and their kids were in really escalated situations with really bad domestic violence, and they just can't have their partners finding out where they are. And I guess there are people who sign up just to get that information.”

“That's horrible.”

“Yeah. Oh my gosh. I didn't even realize.” She looks sad. “But you're doing something to help people, and that must make you feel good.”

“You know what? It's not even about making me feel good. It's about making me feel like I'm just not a leech on society. I don't want to be a parasite. I don't want to be just taking all the good and giving nothing back.”