[WAITLISTED] you were never mine // matthew boldy

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Tonight the Wild played the Dallas Stars, which everyone was going to be in one hell of a game as the division rivals squared off against each other.

In the morning, I was called to capture some photos from the morning skate and interviews afterward.

Before packing up my things from the morning skate, someone with a white warmup jersey skates over to me.

I glanced up and noticed that it was Matt, and he had a smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked him, returning the smile.

He chuckled. "Oh, nothing," he responded. "How are the pictures turning out on your new camera? I'd love to see them,"

I giggled and showed him a few pictures that I took of him and his teammates at morning skate.

"I look like a potato," Matt said.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you do look like a potato," I responded with a smirk. "And you also have the intelligence of one, that's for sure,"

"Hey!" Matt exclaimed. "Watch what you're saying. You almost hurt my feelings," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes again. "I could honestly care less about your feelings," I chuckled.

He frowned, though it was very much obviously fake. He smirked again.

"What a great girlfriend you are," he said before skating off back to the locker room.

I giggled one last time before making my way up to the press box. He knew we both loved to take jabs at each other, it was only us just flirting around.

I made my way up the stairs and to the concourse, before taking an elevator up to the second floor and to the press box.

"Chris is still out sick?" Ryan asked.

I shrugged after I slouched myself into one of the comfortable, black chairs labeled with the Minnesota Wild primary logo. "Guess so," I responded.

He nodded his head. "So I heard a few things about you," he told me, and my heart started to beat.

Technically, I was on the edge of possibly losing my hard-earned job as a Minnesota Wild photographer. I wasn't allowed to date or have any association with any of the players, because they deem it as "unprofessional" and "distracting."

When Matthew and I made our relationship official, I had told him that we needed to keep our relationship toned down, as in, a private relationship. I didn't like the idea of that, but it was the only way to go if I wanted to keep my job that I had wanted ever since I was in middle school. He understood, and we carried our relationship on as normal.

"What makes you say that?" I asked Ryan as I plugged in my adapter to the laptop.

Ryan chuckled. "Well, for starters, Matt Boldy broke your camera the other night. Was that your fault, or was that his?" He questioned.

I glanced up at him. "Mostly it was Matt's," I responded. "He was the one who bought me this camera as an apology,"

He smirked. "Oh yeah?"

I gave him a cold stare. "Don't," I told him.

He chuckled again. "I know, I know. If you were caught sleeping with Matthew Boldy, you know damn well you'd be terminated from your job on the spot," he said.

I sighed. Although I wasn't sleeping with Matt, I was damn near close. I bet he'd feel good—his warm, bare arms wrapped around me while we were snuggled up in a large comforter...