Hockey Boy (Icebreaker: Henry Turner + OC)

Henry: Darling💋

 "So? Are you and Stas's sister you know, fucking?" asks Nate, he is drunk as hell.

"No, we aren't. I was just talking to her and now I'm going to bring her home because Stas is drunk." I replied.

"That's too bad. Me and Stas had a bet going." Nate puts on a pouty face as he says that.

I roll my eyes. Of course, they were betting on us, I pat Nate on the shoulder and walked away. I don't see Adi anywhere so I figure she's outside waiting for me. I open the front door and she's sitting outside, she turns to look at me as I step out. She looks cold, rubbing her hands up and down her arms and thighs. I slide off my jacket and drape it over her shoulder, she smiles at me. "Thanks." Her voice is so sweet and it gives me a subtle rush.

"Are you read-" I stopped because she kissed me, her lips were soft and tasted like watermelon lip balm.

The kiss lasts a moment and then she pulls away with an embarrassed look on her face. "Shit, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't apologize. I liked it, darling." I say, standing and offering my hand.

She takes my hand and we walk to my car, a jet-black 2018 Chevrolet Camaro. I open my passenger door for her and help her inside, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat. The start up of the car is loud and I notice her jump slightly. "You okay? Sorry, I should've warned you that it's loud." I grab her hand as I say that.

"I'm okay. I wasn't expecting it. Your car is beautiful. I've always had a thing for sports cars." she replies with a smile.

"Oh? A thing for sports cars you say? What about racing cars? Do you watch F1, Nascar, Indy?" I ask, smirking.

"I love watching F1, it's one of my favorite things," she says, squeezing my hand.

"So who's your favorite racer and what team? My personal favorites are Redbull and Max Verstappen." I blush lightly as I speak.

"I love watching Mclaren and Oscar Piastri is a good-looking man and a hell of a good racer." She replies I love her enthusiasm. It almost makes me jealous that she talks about Piastri like that.

We pull out of the house's driveway and I begin to drive to her house. I've been over too many times because of Stas and Nate. "Can I play some music?" she asks, nicely.

"Of course, here. My phone's already connected to the car just play whatever." I say handing her my unlocked phone. I trust that she isn't going to go through it.

A song begins playing. I haven't heard it before but it's called "Slide" by Dutch Melrose. The beat is great and Dutch has a good voice for sure. So I lightly sway my head to the beat keeping my eyes fixated on the road.