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 awake to the scent of cinnamon wafting around me. I feel warmth pressed against me, opening my eyes to chocolate brown hair sprawled across the pillow in front of me. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face, knowing Nova stayed the whole night.
I take a few moments to admire her, her long lashes sweeping across her cheekbones and her slim hands clinging to my arm that's draped over her side. She looks so peaceful in sleep, like nothing ails her. I wish she always felt that peace, even in waking hours.
Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, I slowly get out of bed, scared to wake her as I slide on a pair of sweats and head out into the kitchen. Sifting through the fridge, I pull out eggs and bacon, hoping she likes breakfast food. I start cooking the bacon in a frying pan, turning around to grab the eggs from the island but I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Nova is sitting at one of the stools on the other side.
She starts laughing at me, but quickly stops when she sees my eyes narrowing. At least she tries to stop by pressing her hand over her mouth, but I can still see her shoulders shaking.
"How the hell are you so quiet?"
She shrugs, "Dancer feet, I guess. Can I help you with anything?"
"Absolutely not."
I catch her rolling her eyes before I turn back to start cooking the eggs. I thought she listened to me until I hear her rifling through the fridge.
"Nova, I'm serious. Go sit down."
I turn to see her cutting up fruit, and I go to stop her but she points at me with the knife she's holding, "Relax, macho man. I'm letting you cook the meat, don't let it burn."
Hands in the air, I say, "I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed."
"The smell woke me up, there was no way my stomach was letting me stay in bed."
I chuckle and decide to let her finish what she started. She is stubborn as all hell, but I can't help but love it. The more time we spend together, the more I grow to love new things about her. Last night we only cuddled while we talked about anything and everything, and it felt so refreshing compared to what most girls look for from me.
Cooking breakfast with her feels so domestic, but in the best way. It has me wondering why the thought of doing things like this with a girl used to repulse me. Probably because it wouldn't have been with her.
Every other girl I've been with only ever wanted me for my status, which I used to be okay with. I figured if I was using them for sex, it was okay for them to use me for their fifteen minutes of fame. I never really let it bother me, but now that I look back on all those meaningless nights, getting sweaty between the sheets only for it to end in an awkward goodbye, the feeling of self-loathing quickly following, I realize how much I missed out on by not actually connecting with anyone.
