“Look, there’s only so much you can do at this point,” he says, sitting next to me. “But you do have options.”
“What are they?”
“You can tell her how you feel and hope she sees you the same way, or you cannot tell her how you feel and watch her walk away.”
“Ollenberg’s right, Bodhi,” August says. “That’s basically the advice they gave me when I was in distress about Ella going on a date when I was crazy about her.”
“So, what did you do?”
“Well, she went on the date and it was the most agonizing couple of hours.”
Ledger rolls his eyes. “Tell me about it. You were beside yourself.”
“I was. And then she came home.”
“And?” I ask, waiting for the conclusion to his story.
“And lucky for me, she came home from a lousy date and was extremely upset so I saved the day by walking right up to her and kissing her.” He shrugs. “Then I ate her out, gave her an immaculate orgasm, and the rest is history.”
“Alright.” I nod. “So, you’re saying I should walk into her apartment tonight, eat her out until she screams, and stake my claim?”
The guys laugh. “Yeah. Something like that. Sometimes you’ve got to take what you want. Be bold. Put yourself out there. You’re not afraid of players on the ice when you want the goal, are you?”
“Pft. Fuck no.”
“Well, think of this girl as the goal. Now how are you going to score?”
“To Ella!”August says, raising his hot dog in the air. The team decided to grab lunch together at Harold’s today. We let Ella pick the restaurant though we didn’t tell her why.
She nearly spits out her food, covering her mouth with her hand. “What?”
“Well, we never really celebrated your one-year anniversary with the team. I know we’re late but better late than never, right?” He leans over and kisses her. “Plus, you’re my super-hot wife and I can celebrate you anytime I want.”
“Amen to that,” Griffin says, grinning as he raises his hotdog. “Plus, any opportunity to shove a wiener this large into my mouth is a good day. Cheers to the team’s cutest mascot. You have done an exceptional job if I do say so myself.”
“Wow. Thanks guys. I really appreciate the love,” she says, beaming at all of us. “There’s not a better team in the league asfar as I’m concerned and I’ve loved every minute of working with you guys.”
“Every minute?” August’s brow piques.
“Okay, maybe not every single minute. I could do without those minutes in the locker rooms because woof! I’m pretty convinced that nothing smells worse than a hot sweaty hockey team after a long practice or hard played game.”
Harrison laughs. “You should smell our duffle bags.”
“Oooh trust me. I don’t even touch August’s bag. He’s in charge of cleaning it out and washing whatever is inside that smells like it laid down and died.”
August gets a bunch of fist bumps from the guys as Ella shakes her head, laughing.
“Dude, what hotdog did you get?” Griffin asks me as I take a huge bite.
“Uh, pretty sure it’s called a…what…the…fuck?”
“A what the fuck?” Griffin chuckles. “Do they really have a what the fuck hotdog on the menu?”
I don’t answer him.
I don’t answer him because my eyes are trained on the two people who just walked through the front door.
“Dude, Bodhi. You good?”