Seeing Jordan in the stands does something to me. And yeah, I play better when sheâs watching. Whatâs up with that? Iâm a cocky son of a bitch, but those goals even surprised me. If I get a hat trick tonight, she will definitely come to more games.
I adjust my gloves while sitting on the bench and squirt my water bottle in my mouth. I glance over my shoulder to see her, and sheâs laughing with the other women. Her eyes wander over to me.
Having fun? I mouth.
She presses her hands to both rosy cheeks with a smile. So much fun. She gestures to the chatting wives, and mouths, Thank you.
I wink, and she winks back. Damn, sheâs gorgeous. Seeing her in my shirts at home is one thing. It makes me want to fuck her. But seeing my name across her back? It makes me possessive. Makes me want to keep her. This is why the boys walk around with hard dicks whenever their women wear their number. What a messed-up phenomenon.
Not that Jordanâs my woman. Whatever she and I are, itâs our own unique thing. I donât need to label it. Sheâs a nice girl whoâs become a good friend, and weâre using each other for sex. We share this bizarre yet comforting camaraderie. I like who she is as a person, and sheâs so effortless to be around. In fact, sheâs one of my favorite people.
It started as a way to keep her safe with me, but now Iâm the one who feels safe with her. And we enjoy each other. Why should it be any more complicated than that? I try not to think about the things I do for her that I wouldnât do for other women. The way I treat her is different, Iâm aware, but Jordanâs special. Sheâs my friend. Iâd never let just any girl wear my first game jersey, but today was going to be a big day for her, and I wanted her to wear something meaningfulâI just didnât realize how meaningful it would be for me to see her in it.
Iâm up next. I spray water in my mouth from my water bottle and spit it out again.
âTeller!â Coach yells.
Colby skates in, and I swap with him, pounding the ice to get into position. One quick look at her in the stands is all I need. I feel good about this. Sheâs gonna give me my hat trick.
The puck drops, and I steal it the first chance I get. After a sharp deke to Conway, I shoot from where I am. It soars through the five-hole. Luckiest shot in the world. The fans lose their goddamn minds. I skate by and point at her. You.