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 have a smile stuck on my face that I can't seem to shake as I walk back into the apartment. My legs feel like jelly, barely carrying me to my room, but I haven't felt this good in my own skin in a long time. I put my gym bag back in my closet and head to take a shower, but before I can make it there, Lennon catches me.
"Nova, where have you been all morning?"
"Huh? Oh, um, just the gym." I smile and do my best to keep going down the hall to the bathroom.
"For how long?"
"What?"
"How long were you at the gym? I've been up since nine and it's one now?"
I turn back towards her, "Since around eight, actually."
I see Lennon's wheels turning, she knows I'm keeping something from her, her eyes narrowing as she takes in my appearance. I stand there, letting her study me, because if I were to run away, she'd never leave me alone. She looks me up and down, until she makes it to my feet. I cringe, hoping she doesn't notice the blisters already starting to form in several different spots from not having done pointe in years. All of the calluses I had that once somewhat protected my feet are now long gone. Of course, Lennon being the detail-oriented, up and coming fashion design protégée she is, she immediately sees the blisters.
"You danced, didn't you?" A small smile graces her lips, but I can't help but feel defensive.
I cross my arms, "So what if I did?"
Lennon just laughs, thinking I'm being ridiculous I'm sure, "Why are you acting like I'm asking if you committed a crime. It's good you're dancing again. Was this the first time?"
I smile, letting my guard down, "Yeah, it was. It felt good."
Lennon's smile grows, "Good. I'm glad. I have to ask, though, what made you decide to try again?"
I crinkle my nose, knowing the reaction I'm going to get from her. "Declan, actually. And sort of his mom."
Lennon surprises me by not scowling at the mention of his name and chuckles instead. "Imogen may be right after all."
My brows pinch together, "Right about what?"
"She thinks that Declan is your person."
I laugh, "What? Since when did Imogen become sappy enough to say shit like that?"
Immediately after I say it, I regret it. I swivel and look around with wide eyes, waiting for her to come out of the shadows and attack me.
Lennon chuckles, "Relax, she's out to lunch with her manager. But yes, she did say that. Don't tell her I told you, though, she'd kill me."
Lennon sticks out her pinky finger and I quickly entwine mine with hers, both of us kissing our thumbs and pressing them together to seal the promise.
