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Elliot wakes up at the same time as me, I check my phone for messages and thenthe calendar. "Is there something you'd like to do today?" I ask."We can go to tonights hockey game and act like a couple in front of John," Isuggest childishly."Sure!" he says.

We pick up tickets at the window, the seats are good because it's only minorCanadian hockey league. They warm up and some guy approaches Elliot whisperingsomething into his ear.He looks over at me, "Come," he says.I have no idea what's going on but I'm following Elliot and a stranger. He brings usdown to ice level just as the announcer asks everyone to stand for our national anthem.The stranger opens the door to the rink and shakes Elliot's hand before giving him themic, "Thanks, this is great! I can't believe you're here and on top of it, you agreed!"Elliot clutches my hand because he knows if he doesn't, I'm out of here. On the iceboth teams including John are lined up for the first game of the season. Slasher and Istand on a carpet in the middle of the ice and he proudly sings our Canadian nationalanthem holding my hand. I think John's eyes are popping out of his helmet.His voice along with my appreciation for him soar above the clouds. He takes itone step further, too far, if you ask me, and gives me kiss that should only happen inmarital bedrooms. When the song is over, as tempted as I am to smack him for takingliberties, he's doing me the favour, upsetting John. I pull away to breath and thank himfor everything he's doing. "I'm still not shagging you," I say in his ear.We go back to our seats and watch John lose 4:3. He contributed nothing to thegame.We drive home and a good part of our evening still exists. I don't suggest doinganything, because I know Elliot probably never gets quiet time. 

 He parks his butt on the couch and turns on the television. I cuddle into him whileI wait for my dough to rise. Tonight, we're having homemade pizza."I quite like you," I inform him."You're not so bad," he smiles.We don't talk, silence and no expectations are golden.

The next morning, we have breakfast together before he has to go to the airport."It's too bad, you have to leave before Carrie and Hunter return.""I had a good time with you Mya," he says.Surprisingly, I feel the same, "It's mutual. If you ever need to get away, my door isopen," I let him know."But you won't consider shagging me?" he questions."No, I won't," I grin. "It's a shag-free zone."