Nova is a recent law school graduate, clinging to her dream of becoming a sports lawyer through an internship with New York City's NHL team, hoping she can land a full time position. One problem though, the captain of the hockey team is someone she...
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Fuck.
I can't tell if I'm dreaming or hallucinating, but there's not way this is real because there is no way those green eyes I can't rip my gaze away from are attached to the girl I think they are. There's absolutely no way Nova fucking Wilson is standing in the middle of the locker room.
My mind is spiraling into denial, but my heart knows for a fact that it's her.
My heart knows it's her because her green eyes are the exact same shade they were in college. They're a light sage green with gold flecks speckled throughout. Her lashes are just as thick as they once were, framing her eyes perfectly. My gaze begins to wander from her eyes to study the rest of her face. Beneath her eyes there's the same light dusting of freckles that I remember memorizing when we would sit across from each other while she looked over my notes from class. Her rich brown hair falls around her face, the same hair I used to run my fingers through. I remember how soft it was. I wonder if it still smells like cinnamon. I know it's her signature scent because of how much she loves it dusted over a layer of whip cream on top of her coffee. Or she at least used to love that. It's been awhile, and people change.
Thinking about how I probably have no idea who she is anymore makes my chest hurt, and I feel a wave of sadness, but it's interrupted from spreading through me as an elbow nudges into my gut, stealing the air from my lungs and breaking me out of my trance.
"What the hell was that for?"
August just nudges me again and whispers to me, "Dec you're staring at the poor girl. No, not just staring, you're fucking studying her. She looks like she's about to make a break for it, ease up."
I nod and my throat feels tight as I attempt to swallow.
"Hey Nova, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I think you were meant to be my angel."
Nearly the entire team lets out a groan at Tony's attempt of flirting with Nova. Mack warned us she was strictly off limits for flirting. You could say he's the team dumbass because with the shit he pulls, none of us know how he's still alive, especially with the way Mack is now staring daggers at him. He has the maturity of a middle schooler who can legally drink. Nights out with him are something else since he always gets plastered and attempts to use dumb pick up lines on every girl he encounters. Surprisingly some girls actually fall for it. He's not a bad looking guy but talking to him makes you feel like you're losing braincells. Being a professional hockey player definitely helps with his game.
While most of the guys find his attempt amusing, I'm a bit annoyed. The idea of him, hell any of the guys, hitting on Nova makes me feel physically ill. None of them know we have a history, and I'm guessing she wants to keep it that way, but I can't help but feel an urge to tell Tony to back the fuck off.
"Tony, shut up before I report you to Coach."
Tony's smirk drops right off his paling face at Mack's threat.
