When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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Work was boring, especially when I was working the ticketing office, and even more especially, when it was just hockey training on.
Each boy walked in, signing in, bidding me a hello, then walking casually into the rink, immersed in conversations between each other. I spun on my office chair, twirling a pen between my fingers. Yep, bored.
The rink door opened, letting in warmer air from outside, and telling me that more hockey players were here to sign in.
Jack and Michael entered the rink, both carrying multiple hockey sticks, skates and their hockey bags. Jack wore his CCM cap backwards, a hoodie that was faded to the point of not being able to read it and a pair of grey sweats. He looked like he was hanging around his house, but I guess the rink basically was his second home.
They stopped by my office window, signing in.
"Sup, Lyla," Michael grinned, sending me a nod of his head while Jack wrote their names on the register. "How's work?"
"Boring," I groaned, sulking. Jack looked up at me, smirking, he shook his head with a tiny grin.
"Sucks," Michael shrugged, before heading into the rink with his gear. Jack went to follow, but turned around, giggling like a child. He leaned into the ticketing booth where I was standing, resting my chin in my hands on the desk.
Jack pressed his lips to my cheek, gently, taking his time. I blushed immediately, turning my face to try and hide it from him. He only grinned, proud of himself, before walking into the rink to begin practicing.
I spent the entire time the boys were training staring at Jack, feeling like a love sick puppy with a childish crush, but not being able to help it. He looked good, really good. Every time he moved or smiled or got a drink, I found myself silently obsessing.
His eyes caught my own, and he smiled, one of his signature lopsided smiles that made my insides turn to mush. He took his helmet off, jumping off the ice and shaking his hair out, which was slightly damp from sweat. He poured water over his face, cooling himself down, and I couldn't look away. He was inhumanly pretty, no matter what he did.
The phone to the rink rang beside me, pulling me from my thoughts of the captain and forcing me to do actual work, bummer.
***
The end of the boys hockey training came quickly, which meant I'd get Jack all to myself. I sent him a text, telling him I only had an hour left of my shift, and seeing if he'd wait around for me in the upstairs office so we could hang out after. Jack agreed, and as soon as he was dressed back in his normal clothes, he put his gear in his truck and met me back in the rink.
I was ninety percent sure the rest of the team had given him shit for staying back with me, teasing him and calling him whipped, especially considering the light blush coating his cheeks when he walked back inside to meet me.
