Page 32 of What If I Knew You

“Oh! Uh, yeah. Uh hi.” Slipping my phone into my purse hanging at my side, I check my hair with my hands and then fidget with my dress making sure it’s situated perfectly and then finally look up and meet the eyes of my?—

Oooh noooo.

Is this…

What…

Is this a prank?

He can’t be serious, right?

Was this all a set up?

What’s going on here?

I don’t understand.

Does he really think…

He has to know I…

“Hi. I’m Alan,” he says kindly as he hands me a glass. “Your vodka cranberry.”

His whiskey brown eyes stare back at me as my drink is shuffled from his hand to mine. My fingers brush against his asI take my glass and I notice the warmth of his skin. His facial features are gorgeously sharp, with dark brows and black hair that’s short around the sides but hangs messily near his left eye. He’s clean shaven with an angular jaw and a smile that could literally melt my panties right off.

He looks every bit the spitting image of his pictures online and on T.V. so I don’t understand why he’s here unless…wait…

Does he know who I am?

He’s new to the team so maybe he has no idea.

And if that’s the case then…

Oh, my God.

His name is definitely not Alan.

This is Bodhi Roche! The newest player for the Anaheim Stars!

The team my dad coaches!

Shit! Fuck! Shit! Hell!

Oh, my God.

Bodhi Roche asked me for sex lessons!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my GOD!

Why does he call himself Alan?

Is he trying not to be Bodhi?

Isn’t his middle name Alan?

Bodhi Alan Roche…do I remember that correctly?

Ugh! Who cares? It’s definitely him and he’s not using his first name.

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