His Muse • M. Boldy

•N I N E T E E N•

MATT's POV
"Let's go!" I yelled, running into the locker room, hugging the first person I saw.

"Thank you Matthew." Josie cringed, pulling her head away from me.

"You're welcome." I smiled, letting her go to walk further into the room.

"Not so fast!" Josie yelled, waving me back towards her with her clipboard.

"What?" I groaned, dragging my feet as I approached her.

"You have a post-game interview." She said, leading me away and into the hall.

"On the road?" I asked, confused as she had already pulled Gus for one.

"Yeah." She said, looking over her shoulder, smirking.

I followed her, intrigued as to what was going on. Technically her job is done and she should be heading back to the hotel.

I watched as she swung left, heading down a dimly lit hallway, leading to god knows where. I looked both ways before following her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a small alcove.

Josie giggled and fell against my chest, her hands holding herself away.

"Did you get the wrong idea from my hug?" I chuckled, holding her close to me.

"Just trying to get the second star of the game in for an interview." She smiled up at me, her small frame even further from me with my skates on.

"Alright." I smirked. "Shoot."

"Do you have a crush?" She smirked up at me, her fingers lacing through the ends of my hair.

"Yes." I smiled, watching her smile grow.

"Who?" Josie smirked, tipping her head up to me.

"I can't tell." I whispered, leaning down to her, my lips brushing over hers. "It's a secret."

She just smiled before our lips met, a hot kiss running between us. I pulled her closer to me by her waist, hoping to close the remaining space between us. Josie smiled against my lips, allowing me to slip my tongue between her lips. Josie groaned, gently pushing me back and pulling away.

"You have to go." She smiled up at me through her eye lashes.

"I know Josie." I spoke. "I'll see you at the bar?"

"You can count on it." She smiled, slowly walking away from me. I watched as she made her way down the hall, her hips swinging, her perfect ass moving with each step.

I sighed before walking back to the locker room, hoping the boys wouldn't be catching on to what was going on. Don't think about it.

I opened the door to the locker room, trying not to look around too much. I kept my head down and walked over to my locker, pulling my jersey off and throwing it into the basket with everyone else's.

"How was your interview?" Connor asked me, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"It was fine." I said, looking over his expression.

"What'd they ask you about?" Brock chuckled, watching as I pulled off more of my gear.

"Just the usual." I shrugged, trying to hide my face as I felt blush cover my cheeks.

"So where's Phi?" Connor smirked.

"She left for the hotel." I answered.

"Ok then." Connor answered, narrowing his eyes at me. I rolled my eyes and walked off towards the showers.