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“I left you something in your car. Wear it.” He rose up to a standing position. His abdomen, hips, everything now on full display for everyone.
I gulped.
“What? What do you mean you left something in my car? How do you even know what my car looks like?”
He then surprised me with a grin. Something I thought I’d never see.
“Shouldn’t you be asking how I got into your car?”
“I… Dammit, Mal, I’m serious. You can’t just break into my car…”
He was clearly amused now. His abdomen flexing with each passing second he smirked at me.
“Too late now.”
I scoffed.
“I know you’ve been watching me.”
“Didn’t I tell you I would be?”
I hit him with a glare. Our peaceful moment was now gone.
“Not funny.”
His smile deepened at my reaction. I wanted to remember it forever, so mentally, I soaked in every glorious second of it until it finally vanished. The small, short glimpse of it was reason enough for me to help him any way I could.
It gave me hope.
And then with one final look before walking away, he lifted his head toward me with a nod.
“Lock your car doors, Doe.”
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Blog Entry #5:
Yesterday, we had a conversation that didn’t end in a fight.
Instead, it ended in him breaking into my car and leaving one of his jerseys in the front seat.
What the hell could that mean?
Am I crazy, or could that mean he wanted to form a sort of truce with me?
Whatever it was, I celebrated it like a small win.
Thank you for all your comments, but I promise you, Mr. Hockey isn’t developing a “crush on me”. Until next time!
“So, he left you his jersey?” Kate asked as she sat in the salon chair next to me. Her hair wet from the shampoo wash and now a darker shade of brown.
“He broke into my car and left it.”
