Page 32 of Skating the Blue Line
I slide my other skate off and stand up to start getting rid of all the sweaty gear that is covering my body.
A shower is desperately calling my name.
“Because the man knows boundaries when it comes to switching your ringtone.”
The rookie looks at me like I’m pulling his leg, but I just give him a shrug and head for the shower. The sooner I get out of this locker room, the closer I am to heading home and taking that nap.
Right before I check my phone of course.
* * *
No text message.
When I finally got a chance to check my phone after leaving the arena, I was a bit disappointed that there hadn’t been a text from Chloe waiting for me.
Had I wished that she used my number like I told her to? Yeah, of course, but whether she used it or not wasn’t up to me. Us seeing each other again was her choice and if she doesn’t want that to happen, I will respect it.
I’m a grown ass man, I can handle women not texting me back.
So I tried to forget about my night with Chloe as best as I could and went about the rest of my day. A few thoughts of Chloe slip through, but I’m able to push them aside, for the most part, and get things done.
Grocery run, a dry cleaner pick and a take out order later I’m back at my place watching the football game I missed yesterday.
I don’t usually have the time to watch other sports live or even on TV, so when I do get a chance it’s a good night.
The next hour and some change is spent watching Hunter, Blake’s older brother and his team go into half time with a twenty point lead.
From the looks of things, it looks like the Super Bowl reigning champs are going to fight hard to stay on top.
Maybe I can ask Blake if his brother can come talk to our team and give us some words of encouragement.
We’re good, but we are going to need all the help we can get if we want to make it past round one in the playoffs.
A captain will gladly accept help from another captain.
Liking my idea way too much to not wait until morning practice to ask him, I reach for my phone and pull up his message thread.
I’m about to hit send on what I just typed out, when a message notification pops up at the top of the screen.
Usually receiving messages don’t cause me to freeze, but this one does.
Why?
Because an unknown sent a message with three simple words that put me back into that high I was feeling this morning.
Unknown : Hi, it’s Chloe.
She texted.
Forgetting all about Blake, I tap on her message and don’t bother texting her back. I hit call right away.
The high that this woman brings to me, is causing me to do stupid shit but I don’t care. All I want is to hear her voice and feel her body in my hands again.
The phone rings for a while. My guess is that my call surprised her and she has no idea whether to answer or to send me to voicemail. After what feels like the hundredth ring, more like six or seven, she finally answers.
“Hello?” Her voice comes through and it's as if my cock remembers all the sweet moans that she let out not even twenty-four hours ago.
“And here I thought that you wouldn’t use the number.” I say instead of a greeting.
