My Hockey Boy

Chapter 33

Haley's POV

I continued to grin as Charlie lightly stroked my hair. I loved the feeling of having his arms wrap around me. It just felt like I fit in them. Like I was a stray puzzle piece finally finding my place to complete it.

Charlie laid his arms on my shoulders, pulling me back to face him as his hand moved to cup my cheek. He lightly leaned down to press his lips to mine. As we pulled away, he looked down at me smiling.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Nothing." Charlie laughed, setting his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

"You're weird, Adams." I smiled.

"So are you, Rhodes." He shrugged, brushing his shoulder against mine to go to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms over my chest, and walking to stand in front of him.

I moved to stand between his legs, laying my hands on my shoulders as his raised to grip my hips. I looked down at him as he nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips the entire time. My eyes watched as he gently spun me around just to pull me back into his lap.

"But I'll tell you a secret," He began whispering in my ear, his hand moving my hair from my neck to allow a small kiss to be placed just below it. I smiled at the small gesture as he continued, "I like weird."

I laughed as he did the same. Once I turned my head to look at him, he was leaning back on his bedding, his hands propping him up. I became more quiet as he leaned forward, his index finger resting under my chin to keep me still as he placed a kiss to my lips.

"Well, I don't know about you but I'm starving." Charlie leaned back again as I climbed off of him.

"Me too." I told him, wrapping an arm around my stomach.

"Well, how about I try to make you something?" He stood to stand in front of me, his hand resting on my waist.

"You cook?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I never said I could cook. I said I'd try to make something. I can't guarantee any edible outcomes." Charlie laughed.

"Fine, Chef Adams. Show me what you got." I smiled as he took my hand in his to lead me out of his room, down to the kitchen.

Charlie let go of my hand as I stopped to lean against the wall closest to the kitchen. I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him as he began to grab various ingredients before grabbing the remote for the radio, I assume. The music began to play as Charlie pretended to sing along. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from laughing. Maybe big, bad Charlie Adams wasn't so big and bad like everyone thought.

He started by cracking some eggs in a large glass bowl as the music continued to play. Charlie looked up at me, motioning for me to come over to him. I rolled my eyes, but walked closer to him. I began laughing this time as he grabbed my hands beginning to spin me before swaying back and forth with my arms. I think this was dancing? If it was then it was the worst form possible. But I didn't care. Charlie was finally opening up, he was finally showing me a side of him that was carefree and happy.

And I decided this was one of my favorite sides.

As he let go of my hands, he gripped my waist before lifting me up onto the counter behind him. He began tossing other ingredients into the bowl before beginning to stir it. I wasn't sure what he was trying to make. Once again, I had to cover my mouth with my hand as he danced while stirring the mess he made in the bowl.

He then set the bowl down before grabbing a pan and switching the oven on.

"You are going to blow up this kitchen." I laughed over the music as I finally figured out what he was trying to make. Pancakes.