Page 70 of Skating the Blue Line
We know each other enough to be able to not make things awkward, but we are definitely learning more and more about each other as the days go on.
Every day it’s something new and just a week in, I’m looking forward to learning any little snippet I can about this woman.
Getting to know each other better is not the only thing that is happening in terms of adjustment.
She gave me the rule of not walking around the apartment in only a towel and like the dumbass that I am, I didn’t give her the same rule.
I should have because then I would be suffering with blue balls whenever I see her. Every night before bed she’s in shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank tops that looks like they can come apart with one simple tug. Her choice of pajamas also don’t hide the fact that her body is changing more and more everyday thanks to her pregnancy and in a spectacular way.
She looks fucking amazing and my dick is taking notice.
Too much notice.
We’ve only lived together for a damn week and I’ve already jerked off to images of her more times than I can count.
I’m going to hell, especially since I told her I was okay with us not exploring our attraction for each other further.
I’ve been trying to keep distracted but Chloe is everywhere and like I said before, it’s been a hell of an adjustment. Even with me traveling a few times for away games.
Thankfully though, today I have the distraction of all distractions.
Something that will keep my mind off Chloe’s mouth watering body and something that will keep her mind off not being able to dance right now.
Christmas decorating.
Usually when December hits, we are in the middle of the hockey season and traveling all over the place, so I don’t bother to decorate. I can’t even remember the last time I bought a Christmas tree.
This year, because Chloe is here, I decided to change that. She can’t visit her family because she doesn’t want to risk flying, so I thought I would bring on the Christmas spirit and celebration to her.
First things first, though, I have to convince her to come out of the spare room that’s hers temporarily.
Chloe has spent the majority of the last week cooped up, only coming out to eat, grab a drink, or to torture me with her little shorts.
Other than that, she’s been in her room.
I haven’t asked her why but if I had to guess she blames herself for her health scare last week and not being able to dance in the last remaining shows of her season.
So hopefully this cheers her up and hopefully she is able to at least before Christian, Blake and Blake’s friend Sophia come over and help.
I’m also a bad host and have no idea how to entertain anybody besides Christian the grump.
I take my chances and knock on her door. “Hey, Chlo. Do you want to help me with something?”
I hear movement on the other side of the door and a few seconds later the door swings open.
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Is everything okay?” She asks, looking me up and down.
I nod. “Yeah, I just need your help with something.”
“Okay.” She says, following me into the living room, where all the Christmas decorations that I had delivered cover about ninety percent of the room.
“Wow,” she says, taking in everything. “I didn’t know that you were so into Christmas.”
I scratch the back of my head. “I’m not.”
“Then why does it look like it exploded all over your living room?” She asks, a small smile playing on her full lips.
“I wanted you to be able to celebrate, you know since you weren’t going to be able to see your family.”
