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My eyes widen as I rush over to the mirror. Thankfully, I relax when I see that there isn't one. "Liar. I don't have a hickey."
"No, but the fact that you had to check means something happened." Bree responds, causing me to internally face palm and the rest of them to laugh.
"Well played." Dawson commends her.
The four of us go over to the couches and sit down. Lately we've been hanging out here past closing. The owner doesn't mind and it's nice to relax together for a bit after work.
"Please tell me you two are back together." Sky begs.
I shrug, causing Dawson to groan. "How do you still not know?!"
"We just haven't talked about it, yet."
"Well, maybe you should remove your tongues from each other's throats long enough to do that. I need answers, damn it!"
I give Skylar a look. "You are aware you're marrying a girl, right?"
She grins broadly. "Yeah, he's cute though."
Dawson hums contently and kisses her cheek. Their level of affection is obnoxiously adorable – or as Bree calls it, vomit inducing. I find myself hoping that one day I can have a relationship like they do.
"I have to hand it to you." Bree starts. "You've handled everything with him surprisingly well so far."
I smile at the compliment. "It hasn't been easy, trust me. I want to know what's in the cards for us just as much as everyone else, but I don't think I'll be the one to bring it up. If he wants to get back together, he knows where to find me. Until then, I'm just going to embrace... whatever it is we're doing."
"Aw. Look at you being all mature and what not." Dawson mocks playfully.
I grab the nearest pillow and chuck it at him. Unfortunately, in his attempt to shield himself, he hits it away and into the three mugs on the table, sending coffee and ceramic flying. Bree, Dawson, and I break into hysterics while Skylar rubs her forehead.
"I'm in for such a long and messy life with you." She grumbles playfully, but it's clear she wouldn't have it any other way.
Chapter 11
It's one thing to be at Holden's hockey game, surrounded by the many women who all but beg for his attention. It's another to be at work and constantly wonder what's happening. When the curiosity becomes too much, I end up streaming the game through my phone, ignoring Dawson and his sarcastic commentary.
"Why are you even watching that? I thought you hated going there."
I sigh as I try to spot my ex on the small screen. "I didn't hate it. It was just hard to be around."
"And watching it on there is easier?"
"Yes. Well, no. I don't know. Shut up."
Dawson snickers to himself. "Whatever you say, love."
I watch intently while Holden makes a breakaway. It's just him and the goalie while the last few seconds on the clock count down. He fakes left before going right and takes the shot. The goalie just misses the puck as it flies into the net, Holden's team taking the lead 3-2.
The arena goes crazy as the buzzer sounds, announcing the end of the game. The Black Bears take their second win of the season, maintaining the title of undefeated. I'm able to catch a few seconds of Holden and his team celebrating on the ice before the camera cuts back to the announcers. I close out of the video and open my messages.
Me: Congratulations. Proud of you. :)
I click the screen off and slip my phone into my back pocket. Dawson gives me a look, one that screams everything he's thinking without saying a word. I roll my eyes playfully and shake my head.
"I don't want to hear it."
He snorts. "Didn't say a word."
"Mhm."
