The Minnesota Miracle [kirill kaprizov]

Chapter Eighteen

"My stomach fucking hurts like hell," I said as Story and I sat down in our seats at the coffee shop downtown.

She gave me a look of confusion. "Did you eat something to upset it or something?" She questioned.

I sat there in silence. I didn't want to tell her that Kirill and I had sex last night, she would be all up in my face about it, driving away from my stomach hurting.

"No, I've been fine all day and I am eating foods that don't upset my stomach," I responded as I took a sip of my coffee. "Maybe it's the weather,"

She shrugged. "Maybe so," she responded.

My phone vibrated. Speaking of Kirill, I was getting a call from him.

"Hello?" I answered.

He chuckled. "Hey, I was wondering something," he said.

I looked confused. "What?" I asked him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to practice tomorrow. I know you just started school, but I would really appreciate it if you came. I'll even do your homework!" He exclaimed.

I blinked. "If you even know how to do it," I said. "It's advanced math, Kirill."

He chuckled. "I'm pretty good at math. One plus one equals two," he joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, Kirill, I need to ask you something. Not relating to practice," I said.

"What's up?" He questioned.

I bit my lip as I thought about asking him how he was feeling after last night.

"How are you doing? You know, after last night?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee.

The line was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"That was a lot of work. I was sore when I woke up," he responded with a chuckle.

I giggled. "So...doing you know what is more tiring than hockey?" I joked.

"At least in hockey you have breaks," Kirill responded. "That was probably a good...uh, twenty minutes of uh, nonstop exercise," he added.

I chuckled. "Felt good, though," I mentioned.

He laughed. "I bet it did. I enjoyed it," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, so practice tomorrow then?" I asked him to clarify.

"Yup. See you soon," he said.

"See you," I responded before I hung up the phone.

Story glared at me from behind her computer. "What?" She shrieked, then she smirked.

I looked at her in confusion. "Huh? What's wrong?" I questioned her.

She gently closes her computer. "Oh, nothing. Just thought you and Kirill getting beneath the sheets was a little shocking, that's all." She giggled.

My jaw dropped as I covered my mouth. Shit.

"We didn't—" I started, but I cut myself off.

Her smirk grew even larger. "That's why your stomach hurts. Kirill went too hard," she said with a wink.

I groaned. Not because of the stomach pain, but the fact that Story will never shut up about this for a while bothered me a little bit.

"I have a headache," I mentioned.

She chuckled. "Probably from the sex," she assumed.

I glared at her. "No, from you being a pain in my ass," I retaliated. "Kirill will kill me if he finds out I'm telling people that I'm having sex with a professional hockey player," I told her as I scratched my neck.