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It wasn’t what I expected.
Sure, there was the gorgeous remark—I smirked as I reached up to turn off the light again. However, she hardly touched the comment before running off on another thought.
She’s ridiculously shy.
I thought back to glancing up at Ryleigh, or who I assumed was Ryleigh, after the game, and remembered the feeling of knowing her. I focused on it, trying to figure out how, or why.
Then it dawned on me.
She was a ticket holder—or, at minimum, she was lucky enough to score the same seats every game. There had been a number of occasions where I’d be on the ice, randomly looking out over the seats, and my eyes would settle on her.
The seat she occupied was right next to the railing separating seats from our tunnel, and the seat to her right was often empty. Whenever I noticed her, though, she’d have her head turned, talking to those around her, including the booster club president, Maryan. She may not always be there with someone, but she’d made friends with those around her.
Now that I thought of it…
There had been a time or two when my eyes would land on hers, and she’d look away quickly, that same blush from this evening highlighting her features.
Well, then…
If the note accomplished anything, it was that it left me more confused.
There wasn’t a come on; it was pretty much to the point—whatever the hell point she was making. Shit, I’d been called a cocky hockey player in more words than Ryleigh had used!
Now that I placed Ryleigh in more places than just tonight, I could definitely agree with the “not a puck bunny” statement. The label was thrown on girls who liked to plump up their tits and flirt, with the end goal of making it into bed. Ryleigh, though, was often in baggy sweatshirts.
Not saying anything bad about baggy sweatshirts.
Once again, my mind took a left turn and I pictured her in another hoodie—one that belonged to me.
Her hair a wild mess around her head.
A wide smile, her light eyes shining up at me as I leaned over her.
Damn.
Confused.
That’s what I was.
So fucking confused.
If the note had been at least somewhat of something I’d expected, I could channel my thoughts and put the damn thing aside, but now?
Now, I had Ryleigh on the brain.
So much for sleeping.
