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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I groan as I wake up, my head pounding and mouth sticky with an immediate need for water. I attempt to get out of bed, but get weighed down as I realize my legs are tangled with someone else's. My heart rate quickens and I freeze.
I try to recall the events from the end of the night, but I don't remember going home with anyone. I'm in my own room, and I never bring people back to my apartment, I always go back to theirs. It's my one rule for hookups because my room is my safe space, and I've made the mistake of sharing my safe space with temporary people too many times before. It just makes my room loose its comfort and instead holds constant reminders of people I no longer talk to.
I slowly turn my head to the side, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. Which is the possibility that there's a man in my bed right now.
When I see long black and blonde hair woven together on their shared pillow, I take a deep breath of relief as I remember Imogen and Lennon fell asleep in my bed last night. After getting back from the club really late, we got pizza and sat in my bed as we talked about everything that happened when we were out. Mostly about Declan, to my dismay.
Imogen thinks I should give him a chance, but Lennon says to keep my guard up. She doesn't trust him, and neither do I. I'm still reeling from his flirting towards me last night, and there were several times I almost caved, but every time I'm near him my heart races, as if it's reminding me he's dangerous. That he hurt me before and he'll do it again. But another part of me wonders if it races because of the thrill of being around him again and how alive he makes me feel.
I disentangle myself from Lennon and Imogen, grabbing my phone before heading to the kitchen. I start making our traditional hangover pancakes when my phone dings with a message.
Unknown Number: How's your hangover?
I frown. I definitely didn't give my phone number out to anyone last night. At least I don't think I did. The night is slightly hazy, but I don't recall talking to many guys other than Declan, not that he would let me anyway. I still can't believe how jealous he got when someone came up to me. It should be a turn off, but it actually had the opposite effect on me.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown Number: Your favorite coworker
My favorite coworker? I already have Mack's numb- No.
Me: If this is who I think it is, stop texting me.
Unknown Number: Not gonna happen, Bambi
Damn it. The nickname is the only confirmation I needed. I roll my eyes before typing my response.
