One fateful night brings Maddy and Quinn together, a night full of promises and regrets. Will these two find out the true meaning of love? Or will their paths separate, never to see each other again.
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Maddy's Pov:
After a much needed rest, I woke up the next morning disoriented. It took me a good 20 minutes just to wake my brain up, but at least that means I got good sleep. I glance over to see Eve completely passed out. If I didn't know any better, I would think she's dead. I roll back over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone to check the time.
9:58 am.
I place it down, falling back into bed. I am so not ready to start the day. Closing my eyes, I see him, Quinn. He's practicing on the ice, shooting goal after goal. Suddenly, he turns and stares right at me, looking me up and down, giving me a panty dropping smile before skating off.
I force my eyes open. What in the... how the fuck am I daydreaming about a man I haven't even met in person? And probably never will, not to mention he doesn't even know I exist. That's certainly one way to wake me up. I immediately get out of bed and head to the washroom.
...
A couple of hours had gone by. I washed my hair and did a full-body shave earlier. It was Eve's turn now; she's already been in there for 30 minutes. It's 2 in the afternoon, and the game starts at 7. Thankfully, I live right by the area, so I don't need to worry about the rush or crowds. 3:00 would probably be a good time to get ready and leave some space for pregaming, of course.
I decided to finalize my outfit while Eve showered. Yesterday, we went to Pastime Sports and Games to find myself a new jersey. Originally, I wanted to get Millers number, but Eve quickly shut that down, mostly because she wanted it. However, she insisted I get Hughes. I won't lie and say I didn't consider it. Although I didn't get much of a choice anyway, Eve's extremely stubborn, so needless to say, I left that store with jersey #43.
Speak of the devil, she opens the bathroom door, standing in just a towel.
"Whatcha looking for?" She says, walking over to her overnight bag.
"I don't know what to wear with the jersey."
"I think your leather pants from The Bay, the black ones, babe those make your ass look so fat. I will literally drag you if you don't wear those." She looks up from her bag giving me a stern look.
"I actually do like those, but what shoes then?" Personally, I was debating on forces or my Jordan's, but as usual, Eve had something else on her mind. She hands me black ankle boots.
"Eve, my feet are gonna fall off."
"Oh, don't be a baby. I've seen you walk around the city in longer heels." That's true, and I have legitimate scars on my feet to prove it. Never making that mistake again, thankfully, these looked way comfier.
"I'm gonna make us some food, kay?" Eve nods, dismissing me, I roll my eyes. My outfit is ready, and I haven't had lunch yet, so I decided to whip something up.
