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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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_____________ Connor really hated to admit he was looking forward to picking up trash this afternoon.
From the peek he got of Serena this morning to now, it was flooding his mind. The curve of her chest flowing down into her small waist before billowing outward to her full hips was imprented in his mind. This morning, he couldnt look away if he wanted to, he was mesmerized by her movements.
The way she methodically ran the brush through her silk hair seemed as effortless as the way water flowed, each of her strokes were so gentle it seemed impossible for movements this simple but beautiful to exist.
His eyes were trained on the way her smooth fingers tangled into the locks, running down through the airy strands, tickling her lower waist.
He imagine his hands there, running over the small of her back instead, pulling her close to him as he grabbed fist fulls of that beautiful hair.
He would've been convinced she was a witch with the way he was entranced if not for the meancing scowl and disguted look she gave him when Serena realized he was watching.
He had a dumb smirk on his lips the rest of the morning as the memory consumed his thoughts for the day. He got dressed into one of his pairs of working jeans, which he had from his many years of living as the oldest in a huge family. The blue was faded into a nice light color around the knees and stressed areas of the denim, with faded grass stairns and others. All things considered Connor looked great in them.
He pulled on a white t-shirt wincing in the mirror as he regarded the tightness of the sleeves around his biceps and chest. His phone started buzzing on his nightstand so he walked over and picked it up reading the name that popped up on the screen.
"Hey ma." Connor said with a warm smile on his face.
"So...you're too big and famous to call your mom now?" A kind and wise voice filtered through the phone with a slight electronic tone.
"I'm sorry, you're right, you're right. How have you been? Gonna watch my game tomorrow night?" He held the phone with his shoulder, glancing down at his watch.
10:38 am.
"Of course, Honey nearly tackles me down every day for the remote when you're playing. She's a hockey fanatic!" The older woman chuckled into the phone and Connor could hear a far out voice in the phone yell.
"Is that Connor!?"
"Oop here she comes-" Connor grabbed his keys as there was some rustling over the phone before a high pitched voice came through, "Bugger!"
Bugger was the nickname that Honey gave him when she was just learning how to talk, being the oldest Connor had to watch her a lot, and she couldn't say Connor so they tried teaching her brother.
But brother got lost in little kid translation, and turned into Bugger. And it stuck, That's what she called him her whole life, regardless of how he felt of the nickname.
