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"You’re welcome, but you don’t need to thank me. We’re going to do a lot more of that Angel."

I pick my head up from his chest, and look up at him, meeting his gaze.

"Can I ask you something?"

He hums before he says, "That depends."

"Why do you call me Angel?"

"Now you’re going to make me sound cheesy after a night like this."

I laugh before I tilt my head, "Yup."

His chest rises with his deep breath, half letting it out with a sigh.

"You were 15, just started coming back around the rink. You came to practice one morning, and I don’t know what it was, but I swore you had a halo over your head from the sun beating against that blonde hair of yours; I remember saying you looked like an Angel."

I giggle, "That’s why?"

"Not entirely." He hums, "Before that, I was playing like shit, my head was so far up my ass, but then you came to that practice, and from that day on, I’ve been on it; The halo, the luck, you’re my Angel."

I smile before I lean forward, hovering over his lips, "That’s not cheesy, and I don’t make you a better player, you are that on your own."

He smiles against my lips before I press mine to his and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him as we share our kiss.

Leaving our kiss, I lay my head on his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped around me. I rise and fall with his breaths, still laying on top of him.

The hum of his heart and the security of his arms, rocks me to sleep like a baby.

Good Night.

Feeling Pressure

Jax

Angel’s big night is tomorrow night and she’s gone quiet. I know she’s nervous, it’s written all over her face. And her silence is a dead giveaway.

I can’t stop thinking about the other night, when we went out, just the two of us. I want a lot more of those nights with her, but it’s going to be a few more nights before we can go out again.

After her show tomorrow night, I have a game the next night. First pro game, I guess I can say, Macie’s not the only one who is a little nervous. I’m not scared to admit that; I’m playing with the big boys now, there is no room for fuck ups. I do feel like Sully, Koda, and I have fit into the team well, not to brag, but it’s made a hell of a difference too.

Finishing practice, an all-day practice today, the guys and I are about to head home when my phone vibrates in my locker above my head. I reach up and grab it, seeing a text from Macie.

I made you guys dinner, I’ll be practicing. See you soon.

I smile with my head shake, typing back.

You know you don’t need to keep making us food every day, we are grown men Angel.

I mean I’m not complaining, my girl can fucking cook, but I don’t want her to think she has to cook for all of us; Sully and Koda can figure their own shit out.

The little dots come across the screen; wasn’t really expecting her to answer.

I know, but I like doing it. Though we do need to hit up the grocery store soon, you guys eat too fucking much.

I laugh out loud; this fucking girl.

Tonight?

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