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It started with our secret and the bond it created. Oh hell, that’s not true. It started before that. But my desire for her has grown stronger.

And it’s no longer about pure lust.

When Ellie came to the first game I got her a ticket for, she sat in the front row along the glass. I scored a beautiful goal right in front of her, and the way she jumped up and cheered, I felt like we’d just won the fucking Stanley Cup.

It made my heart soar that much.

Our eyes met as I headed to the bench to fist-bump my teammates.

I’ll never forget that moment with her. It was brief but held so much emotion.

After that game, Ellie came down to the locker room. Not when we were undressing. She stopped in while the press reporters were still there. She claimed she was dropping in to say hi to Arden, but the funny thing was, she spent most of her time talking with me and Finn.

I was glad he was there. It was our chance to finally see if she flirted with him like she does with me.

She didn’t.

She just talked with Finn the way you’d speak with someone you’d just met.

And when no one was looking, she bumped my hip with hers, winked at me, and said, “Great goal, by the way.”

I replied with a soft and heartfelt “Thanks, Ellie.”

She left shortly after that.

And guess what? Someone had caught our interaction after all. Damn Finn.

Smirking, he leaned in and said to me in a low, mock-falsetto tone, “Great goal, by the way, you big, dreamy man.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” I hissed. “She did not say all that.”

“She may as well have.” He snorted. “I saw the way she was looking at you. And, dude…”

He trailed off, and that was the end of that conversation.

But I knew he was right.

It made me feel good, though.

But what was even more reassuring was that she hadn’t flirted with Finn.

So it’s not just the way she is.

It’s the way she is with me.

You got that right!

Ellie has come to a few more games since then. I always try to get her a seat along the glass. She likes it, and that way we can make eye contact and sneak in a few sly smiles.

Also, she’s up close and personal when I score a goal or get an assist. She still goes wild, too, cheering for me like I just conquered the world.

I love that.

Talk about motivating.

I guess that’s why selfish me likes it best when she comes to the games by herself. A couple of times she’s brought her friend Sammie. We had to play it cool then.

Oh, and one time, she came to a game with Willow. That really sucked, because they sat up in a luxury box. I couldn’t see Ellie at all.

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