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My swelled heart in my chest explodes, and I tell myself to let this happen, and give into it all. I am at his mercy.

He pulls back, curling that cocky smile causing me to return it. I bend my knees, reaching down, I cup a handful of bubbles from the ice, straightening my legs. I blow them off the palm off my hand into his face.

He laughs his words, "Easy, you might disappear in these bubbles."

"I might like that." I giggle my devious laugh.

"I won’t be able to stay for the whole game tomorrow night." I say quietly.

"Why?"

"I have to be at work early to get ready. It’s a big night for me."

He cocks a brow and I smile, "Since I have, you, to thank for everyone knowing what I do, I have big plans for you big boy."

"Is that right."

"Oh, yeah, it’s going to blow your mind."

I am going to be the biggest tease until after tomorrow night, building this tension between us.

He’ll thank me for it later.

The Game

Macie

Last night was great; I actually enjoyed being on the ice like I used to.

Knowing for sure where Jax and I stand now, gives me that little giddy girl feeling inside but I’m ready for the judgement to start too. And… As much as my mother didn’t seem to care; We haven’t gotten to Paul yet.

I really do hope things work for Jax and he gets offered a spot on a pro team. I was never set on where I was going. I just wanted to go, explore, see new things, meet people, and to think that I may be doing that with Jax. It’s exciting.

When we got home last night, Jax basically dropped me off. He and the guys went and did their pregame night shenanigans, which I told him to go. He didn’t want to, but I told him to because well, I’m exhausted and I really need my energy for tonight.

I went to the club this morning to practice a few of my aerial silk tricks. Made sure there was a section reserved for the “family” and now, I’m taking a shower to get ready for tonight’s game.

I haven’t seen Jax since this morning both preparing for our big night’s. I know what tonight means for him. They all could be offered positions on pro teams, what they’ve been working their whole lives for. It sucks I won’t be able to watch the end of the game, but I’ll be able to tell when I see them later.

Getting out of the shower, I get myself dressed, deciding tonight is not the night to get under Jax's skin, more than I will later, I wear a dress that my friend Holly made me from their jerseys. I have all of them. Making sure to pack my bag with a change of clothes before I head downstairs and I’m out the door.

My mother left with Paul a while ago, and I’m nervous about tonight, having them all watch me dance. It’s not really the type of dancing you would want your mother and your step-father to watch, as provocative as it may be. We are surrounded by guards all night. I ignore them, I act as if they are not there. Paul was right about that.

Also, it is an art, a style of dance, we just add our own touch to make it what it is.

I start my car, hearing my phone ding, I grab it from the cup holder and see a text from Jax, opening it reads…

Go through back door.

Pulling a smile to my face, I type back.

Okay

Setting my phone down, shifting my car into first before, I let my foot off the clutch and press the gas pedal with my other and I’m off to the rink.

Once getting to the rink I park in the back where I had already planned to park. I work here, I can go through all the doors. I walk across the parking lot and through the back door, making my way to the locker room, knowing Jax didn’t send that text for no reason.

"My number looks good on you Angel." I giggle with the growling words coming from behind me as I pull my gaze up, spinning around.

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