OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER FOUR - Magic Stress Reliever

MACK

I got out of the shower only to find my pretty devil gone.

I was hoping to see her before I had to leave for practice. I would've offered to drive her home, maybe stop for breakfast. I'm not pooping time, but I would've made some for her if it meant spending a little bit more time in her presence.

This is so unlike me. I never want my one-night stands to stay, so it serves me well that the girl I did would've liked if she stayed decided to run for the hills instead.

I usually keep my hookups as impersonal as possible. Nothing against them, I'm just not looking for anything serious. I didn't even ask for a name if I could help it, but Kat was something else.

We talked for hours in between our sex sessions. The girl with the icy, indifferent front disappeared as soon as I put my lips on hers, and it was amazing getting to know her. We made midnight snacks and talked about stupid things that had me pining for any scrap of personal information I could get about her.

The only semi-personal thing I got is that she's originally from here but has been living in Toronto for the past few years. I wanted to ask everything about her, but if I did that, I would've had to tell her more about me, like what I do for a living, and I didn't want to risk her googling me and finding out I'm an idiot. I wanted her to like me. Really like me. 

But she left, so I guess there won't be any getting to know each other. It was just a one-and-done thing, and it's okay. It's the most convenient outcome.

A loud knock on the front door wakes me up from my thoughts. 

Is it her? Fuck I hope it is because I was very much lying to myself about being okay with us being a one-time thing.

I rapidly run to the front door, still just in my towel. Why would I bother putting on clothes? She already saw me naked, and she liked what she saw. If anything, I'm doing her a favor by opening the door like this.

"You came ba–" 

It's not my pretty devil on the other side of the door. It's fucking Myers.

"Were you expecting someone else, McKenzie?" He's wearing his usual scowl. Rhett is a good-looking dude. It's a crime he always looks so cranky. Something about being the golden boy of the NHL makes him constantly grumpy.

"I definitely wasn't expecting you." I open the door wider so he can come in.

Inside the apartment, he studies the mess Kat and I made last night. Traces of our midnight snacks, the couch cushions everywhere but where they belong, and the clothes I wore last night scattered all over the living room.

"I just wanted to make sure you were awake. You stayed up pretty late last night." He lifts an accusatory eyebrow at me. Yes, this scenario screams a crazy night of sex. But I'm a gentleman, and I don't kiss and tell. 

"Of course, I'm awake. I just got out of the shower." I walk back to my room so I can start getting ready for practice. 

My room is another crime scene Rhett surveys carefully. You don't have to be a genius to figure out what happened here last night, and considering Rhett was my roommate in college, he knows best how I look after a night like the one I just had.

"Good, then. Because you won't earn any brownie points with Hartley if you show up late and unrested."

I roll my eyes at him. Myers can be so annoying when he's Mr. Goody Two Shoes. I know the guy. He's my best bud, and I know he's capable of having fun. We had a lot of fun during our short stay at college. Now, apparently, there's no more unhinged Rhett. Only responsible, captain Rhett Myers.