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I’m projecting.

All because my heart wants more.

I can’t help it.

Good thing my damn head is in charge.

Otherwise, instead of saying our goodbyes and getting in our respective vehicles, I’d be going home with him and banging his brains out.

So, yeah, I’m lucky my head is stronger than my heart.

For now.

Finn

Time moves on, but some things never change.

As the next few weeks pass, Sammie and I do more and more together. As a result, our friendship grows stronger.

That’s the time-moving part.

What remains the same is that I still want her more than ever.

I want more than friendship.

I want more from her.

I want her body again.

And I want her mind to be obsessed with me like I am with her.

Dammit, I just fucking wanther.

Too bad I can’t have her…or more.

Sammie is dead set on being just friends.

It’s not like I’ve made any moves to find out, and I don’t plan to. I mean, I don’t want to fuck up what we do have. It’s just a vibe I get that she’s not going to ever date me.

Fuck, that hurts.

What will really crush me, though, is if she starts dating someone else.

That might truly kill me.

Or I’d have to kill him.

And then I’d be in prison, and my hockey career would be over.

I also couldn’t hang out with Sammie anymore.

So, yeah, not a good outcome any way you look at it.

I’m clearly in a funk here.

Not only does the Sammie situation have me frustrated, but our team has been slipping in the standings. We unfortunately had a bit of a losing streak right when all the other teams in our division started really kicking ass.

Now we may not even make the playoffs this year.

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