My Name Is... Olivia

Chapter 1

January, I've always loved January. I love it even more now since the lock-out has ended. It has been ten months since I last talked to Dougie... but that hasn't changed the fact that he's on my mind constantly. Every day, I hope that Dougie would just send me a text, a voicemail, anything. I've been desperate to hear his voice.

Now, to talk about Adam. After Dougie and I broke-up, Adam tried to make me feel better and make me happier. At first it didn't work, I felt like Adam would ruin something else in my life. But then I realized he actually wanted to help me; we became friends. He told me he was going to Sudbury to drop the puck for the game against the IceDogs.

I begged him to bring me along thinking that I would maybe be able to talk to Dougie. The security allowed me to follow Adam to ice level. I've been at ice level numerous times but this time was even better! Adam asked to talk to me so we went somewhere private; there was no talking going on. Adam kissed me and well, we had a make-out session there.

After the heated kiss ended, Adam asked me out. At first of course, I was in shock. Who wouldn't be? But I agreed to his request anyways. After eight months of steady dating, Adam asked me to move in with him. Initially, I agreed to it. I was however, oblivious to the fact that I still lived with my uncle. I could have lied to him; instead I decided to tell him that Adam and I were dating. My uncle handled the news better than I actually thought.

He agreed to keep our relationship a secret from the front office and Claude. He didn't want his favourite and only niece to leave Boston. He also actually thought that Adam and I are a good couple. So of course, he agreed to us living together. That was if only Adam didn't get distracted while playing in games.

Now, Adam and I have been living together for a little over two months. It was just the two of us in his apartment that was until the Bruins signed a contract with a new player. Want to guess who? Dougie. The head office assigned Dougie to live with Adam because Adam lived alone. Now, the three of us are going to be living together under the same roof for at least the next six months. The only thing is Dougie has no idea I'm living with Adam.

"Dougie's coming tomorrow," Adam reminded me. For the past month, Adam has been telling me every day that Dougie is coming tomorrow. It was starting to get annoying. I clutched onto Adam's side and rested my hand in the crook of his neck.

Adam ran his hand up and down my side. He still knew I wasn't entirely over my break-up with Dougie. It was still a very sensitive subject for me. Even though Adam has been reminding me for a whole month, I don't think I'll be able to face him tomorrow.

The memory of Dougie and I breaking up with me is still fresh in my mind. It was like we broke-up yesterday and not ten months ago. I never liked to think about the memory, I usually ended up crying. I was glad that Adam avoided the subject for so long; well either than bringing it up for the past month!

Adam and I have become a very close couple. Last month, we went to Prince Edward Island to celebrate Christmas with his family in Charlottetown. A couple weeks later, we went to New York and had Christmas with my family. My mom, step-dad, elder brother, younger brother, elder brother's wife, nephew - which I never knew about - all accepted Adam as my boyfriend.

Since then, Adam and I have been lazy as could be! I've lived in his apartment for two months and we still haven't unpacked everything. There were still boxes scattered around his living room. We told each other we would finish unpacking the boxes by December, it is January; we have been a little too distracted.

I pressed my forehead against Adam's cheek. He gingerly kissed my forehead while I sat up on his lap. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear, trailing some fingers across my skin. Adam ran his thumb across my cheekbone. I raised my head and planted a kiss his jaw. I furrowed my eyebrows and ran my index finger over his jaw. "You have scruff again," I told him.

Adam ran his hand across his jaw. "I could get a full beard by the end of the month," he said.

I kissed his jaw again. "I love your scruff. It looks sexy on you," I smiled.

I turned my neck leisurely and looked into Adam's gray eyes. He looked back at me and started into my brown eyes. "Do you want to go to bed?" he questioned with a smirk.

I nodded my head. Adam gripped his left arm around my waist; leaving his right arm hanging free next to his waist. I draped both of my arms around his neck and entwined my fingers together. I rested my head on top of his shoulder and stared at Adam's scruff. Leisurely, Adam stood up from the couch and clutched onto the crooks of my knees. He began to stroll throughout our apartment while I kissed his scruff on his jaw.

I heard Adam moan; he turned his head and pecked my lips. He approached our bedroom and opened the door with his free hand. My legs were free from Adam's hold the coldness of the floor sent shivers up my spine. The room was dark with the only light source seeping through the blinds in front of the window. Yet, I found my way to our room. I grabbed a fist full of the covers and lifted them up so I could slip under them. I adjusted the pillow under my head and laid my head on top.

Adam stood on the other side of our bed he grabbed onto the ends of his black long-sleeved shirt and pulled it over his head. He threw it in front of the closet, I found my gaze glued to his naked chest. I inhaled a sharp breath when I noticed Adam was smirking at me. Continuing, Adam unbuckled his belt and set it on top of his shirt.

Adam lifted the covers and lay under them. He shuffled his body closer to mind until our sides pressed next to each other. His fingers inched closer to mine until they found mine; his other arm draped over my shoulder and grabbed onto my other hand. "Aren't you going to change?" he questioned.

I shook my head and looked up at him. "I'm just going to sleep in the clothes I'm wearing," I answered.

Adam gave me a look. "You should change into pyjamas. Or you know, at least you should strip down into you... undergarments," he recommended. I looked up at him and gave him a smile while my face heated up. My smile became wider when I saw the awkwardness all over his face, it looked precious.

I grabbed onto one of Adam's cheeks and pinched it. "You look so cute right now," I commented.

"And awkward," he added.

I chuckled and released my hand from his hands hold; I set my hands on Adam's bare chest. "We've done it enough time; there is no need to feel awkward." It was true, Adam and I have had sex plenty of times in the past two months and I am not ashamed to admit it.

Adam was what any woman could think of; clever, fit, helpful, and of course, good looking. "Well then," Adam clutched onto the bottom of my shirt, "how about we do it again?" I lifted my arms; Adam slid the shirt over my head and threw it over his back.

His lips instantly pressed against mine while his hands inched their way to my jeans. He stuck his hands inside the waistband of my jeans and endeavoured to slide them down my legs, which he failed. After much frustration, I rose up from the bed and shimmied the jeans down the legs and let them lie on the ground.

A smile appeared on my face when I noticed Adam was scanning my body. I crawled on the bed towards Adam and set both of my legs on either side of his body. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his body and whispered on my lips, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I told him.