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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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Connor woke up Thursday morning more nervous than he expected. All of the pressure had snuck up on him throughout the week, during practices, and even while being with Serena. All of the new feelings that seemed to soar around him when she was near also stirred up those nerves. It brought up new questions for himself that he never thought he would ask.
Like, Do I want a serious relationship with this woman, does she even want one with me?
Not to mention Connor was sick with nerves over his game today. He wasn't usually a very superstitious person but he had this nagging feeling since he woke up that something was going to go horribly wrong.
He tried not to feel like his team and him were jinxing themselves by throwing a party over their win streak.
Connor walked into the bathroom and splashed a handful of water over his face. Looking up into the mirror at his reflection, the water droplets slowly dripped off his features and moisture made his face look slick. Staring back at him, however, was not the same man that moved into this house. He looked virtually the same, yes. But he felt fundamentally rebuilt entirely, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either.
He pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt, rolling up the sleeves to about elbows when his doorbell rang.
Connor jogged down his steps and got to the door, he knew exactly who was coming over because he invited her.
His smile enveloped his face when he swung open the door and Serena was standing there. She was dressed in a dark red sundress that flowed to her mid-thigh, and a pair of black stockings to go underneath.
"Hey, jock baby."
Connor smirked and slipped his around her waist, pulling her into him, "Hello shortcake." He pressed his smike into her neck, smelling her sweet perfume and listening to her giggles.
Connor had invited her over to go with him to pick up some stuff for the party, he figured that if she had some control over it that it might help her feel more comfortable. He wasn't super used to dealing with people with anxiety but he was trying.
"Ready to go?" Connor grabbed his keys from the hook beside the door, watching her closely.
Serena nodded and stepped back to allow him to exit, and together they walked to his car.
One inside Connor placed a hand on the steering wheel, starting and revving the engine with his other. Serena winced, "Does your car has to be this loud?"
He shrugged and laughed, "Maybe not, but I took the muffler off." He shot her a sideways smirk, "Does your car have to be missing nearly all of its door handles, or is it just a piece of shit?"
Serena whipped her face towards him and gasped, but didn't dare respond. Instead, she just shoved his shoulder as he pulled out of the driveway and drove off toward the liquor store.
