Touch My Neck ✓

Chapter Seventeen | What happened to the hockey player who demanded money?

Eros Candreva
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Two days had passed since our arrival, and I was starting to understand why Angel had insisted on coming here. Her father's skills as a physiotherapist were truly remarkable; I could feel the positive effects of his treatments on my strained muscles. He had extended an invitation for me to join him and Angel for dinner tonight, a gesture that was difficult to decline even though I had planned to catch up on my reading.

I quickly dressed in a black polo shirt and a pair of trousers, wanting to make a good impression. As I made my way downstairs, I noticed Jonas standing in the hallway, his gaze fixed on the pictures adorning the walls. The photographs portrayed his late wife and Angel, and it became clear to me that there was a sense of longing in his eyes.

My footsteps caught his attention, and he turned his gaze toward me. A soft smile graced his lips, but I sensed a hint of melancholy behind it. "Eros, good to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thank you. Your treatments are working wonders."

He nodded, his expression appreciative. "I'm glad to hear that. Angel told me about your dedication to your sport. It's important to take care of your body."

I couldn't help but notice the sadness that lingered in his eyes. "You seem to have a strong bond with Angel," I commented, attempting to steer the conversation away from any painful memories.

He sighed softly, his gaze returning to the pictures. "Yes, she's my rock. We've been through a lot together."

"It must have been tough," I said, acknowledging the loss they had experienced. "Losing her mother..."

Jonas nodded, his eyes conveying a mixture of sorrow and love. "It was the hardest thing either of us has ever gone through. But we've managed to find strength in each other."

I respected the way he was opening up to me, sharing a piece of his past. "Angel mentioned that you and your wife wanted to attend a hockey game."

A wistful smile touched his lips. "Yes, we talked about it often. It was one of those things we never got around to doing. Life has a way of getting in the way sometimes."

I understood the sentiment all too well. "If you'd like, I could arrange for tickets to a game. Maybe it's not too late to experience it in her memory."

His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in his gaze. "You'd do that?"

"Of course. It's the least I can do after all your help."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm yet friendly. "Thank you, Eros. You're a good man."

Before I could respond, Angel's voice floated down the hallway like a melodic note. "Dad, are you talking Eros' ear off?"

My head turned instinctively, and my eyes widened slightly as they landed on her descending the stairs. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated every graceful curve of her body. Her hair was artfully swept up into a ponytail, a few soft tendrils escaping to frame her face in bouncy curls. She looked absolutely stunning, a combination of elegance and confidence that made my heart skip a beat.

Her teasing grin only added to the charm, and I found myself momentarily speechless. It was as if time slowed down, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

It was one thing to appreciate her as a doctor and a friend, but seeing her like this awakened something different within me—a magnetic pull that I couldn't deny.

I instantly turn away, "just sharing stories," her father replied with a chuckle.

She reached us and looked between us, her eyes curious. "What kind of stories?"