Page 26 of Skating the Blue Line
It feels fucking amazing.
That feeling stays with me all the way to our practice facility, and it continues to stay as I make my way into the locker room and for Christian to take notice.
“You get arrested or something?” my best friend asks instead of a greeting as I walk into the locker room.
“The fuck? No.” I throw at him, as I walk over to my locker.
“So there’s a reason you’re wearing a tux at five in the morning. I’m assuming it’s the same one from that event you went to.”
I grab the spare workout clothes I keep here and start to undress before answering him.
“Yeah, asshole. There’s a reason why I’m still in a tux.” I grumble. I can feel my high fading away.
“You going to tell me? Or do I have to continue pulling it from you?”
For a broody motherfucker, Christian loves gossip a little too fucking much. If I don’t tell him, he’s going to continue to hound me for details.
“I haven’t been home.” I say tell him, throwing the clothes from last night in a gym back. I should hang it up but it’s already spent half the night on the floor, what a few hours in a gym bag?
“And why is that?” Is he always this annoying or am I just now noticing?
Might as well give him some details so that he can shut up.
“Because I spent the night with a woman and I came straight from her place.” I tell him, turning to him and flipping him off.
“Since when do you spend the whole night with a woman?” he asks as he ties his running shoes.
“I spend nights with women,” I argue back.
“You spend a few hours with women. Usually you are out of there before two in the morning not giving a shit. If you’re coming here from her place, this one must be special.”
He’s… not wrong.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I woke up at a woman's place and came to practice right after. No matter the circumstances, I always head home. It was an unspoken rule that I broke for Chloe and one I would break for her again.
Is it possible to become pussywhipped after one night? Because the way my mind is thinking, I’m certainly heading in that direction.
“She definitely is.” I answer, my mind instantly filling with thoughts of her and our night together.
“Given that dumb smile on your face, she must be.
Dumb smile? He has a dumb smile.
“Are we going to spend the whole morning talking about how I spent my night or are we going to work out?” I throw out, not wanting to add more fuel to his ass.
“Touchy.” he says, giving me a smirk.
If he were anyone else, I would punch him in the face to wipe the smirk off.
“Shut up.” I say back.
Christian lets out a laugh and I’m tempted to drop him as my best friend. Childish, I know.
“I can’t wait to meet this woman.” He voices, standing up from the bench and starting to make his way out of the locker room.
“Why?” I ask as I follow behind him.
“Because in all the years I’ve known you, you have never had a woman light a fire under your ass. And from the sound of things, this one has.”
