Page 86 of Pucking Obsessed

I’m no longer Blythe’s abused toy.

I’ve never been allowed to put on my playlist here before. Normally, the veterans in the team are the ones to choose the music.

D’Angelo has the first choice on game nights, followed by Atlas.

As the newbie, I’m the last to choose, which sucks because my game night playlist would be awesome.

I’ve tried to convince them that the newbie should get a go, but that only convinced Atlas to put me on shower duty for the month to make up for breaking hockey etiquette.

Now, it’s my duty to switch on all the showers after practice and warm up the water for everyone.

Sometimes, being in a team is like having an entire gang of doms.

Scary.

But it does teach you fast not to break rules like leaving your hockey tape on the floor.

Never steal anyone else’s wax.

And finally, learn how to accept being chirped relentlessly, especially about being English, young, and a twin.

Hockey players are as creative in their bantering insults as they are in their plays.

Yet tonight, D’Angelo allowed me to choose one of my favorite songs to play in the locker room as an extra reward.

It’s made me feel special and cherished.

It’s also made this harsh practice worth it.

Caught in the music and the rhythmic beat of the water against my skin, these showers have become my private world with D’Angelo.

I hope that Robyn and Eden have found their own comforting bubble this evening. I know that my twin will do his best to help Robyn escape from the trauma of the day.

He’d already planned something special.

He was going to save it until her birthday. But I suggested that Eden take Robyn out for their lunchbreak from work tomorrow, while I’m at practice again with D’Angelo.

Robyn needs to be spoiled after the shit with her dad.

She also needs to understand that she has men around her, who’ll give her everything.

What Eden plans to do tomorrow is offer her his soul.

I’m worried, but it’s my twin’s choice.

I hope that Robyn understands just how incredible a gesture what he’s going to do is from a man like my brother.

I didn’t think that I’d have as deep a connection with anyone as Eden has with Robyn.

It’s D’Angelo who has been helping me to understand that maybe one day I will.

I rest against D’Angelo’s chest in the small shower stall, trusting him to take care of me.

He moves my head to the side under the full stream of the hot water to wash out the shampoo.

I let him move me around like I’m a doll.

I look up at him tiredly, blinking water out of my eyes.

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