Love on the Ice

Chapter 2

Holding her head down, she walks over to her locker.

"Where'd you just come from sweet cheeks?" Marcus asks with genuine sincerity.

"I heard a commotion out in the hall, so I thought I'd have a look see."

Marcus walks up to her. With his right hand, he raises her chin, and with his left hand thumb, he wipes away a stray tear from her cheek.

"Come on now, AJ, out with it, spill."

"There's nothing to spill." She snaps as she shoves his hand away, then starts packing her bag, avoiding his burning stare. 

"Whatever AJ! Keep it to yourself then." Marcus snaps back and storms away as the remainder of the team comes walking into the locker room.

"You really missed out on one hell of a last period, Bayne." says Matt Fowler, one of the defence men for the team. Real hard hitter both on and off the ice. A real ladies' man until things get serious, but overall, one of AJ's biggest admirers, always asking her out, trying to get into her pants, was more like it. She keeps saying no, and he keeps asking.

"Do tell Matty." she says, giving him a half smile to mask her disinterest.

Matt busies himself, removing his gear as she stands there staring at  him.

"Tell ya over a few drinks, could even show you." He says, wagging his eyebrow at her.

She walks over to Matt and runs her hand along his bare chest.

"You know what, Matty, I think I just might have to take you up on that offer."

Matt stops removing his gear, a look of complete shock all over his face.

"Seriously sweet cheeks?"

She saunters over to the door, opens it, turns back to look at Matt, seeing Marcus standing just outside the shower room in just a towel, water drops glistening his hard body.

"But of coarse Matty, we always meet for drinks after our games. First rounds on me, so you boys better hurry up."

She makes her way down the hall and out into the parking lot. She walks over to the back of her 69 candy apple red corvette stingray. She pops open the trunk and throws her duffle bag in, then slams the trunk shut. She walks to the drivers door and spots a note under the wiper blade. She grabs the note and opens it to read it.

"That was great as always, babe. Catch up with you at the next game. Daniel"

"Unbelievable," she says to herself, "simply unbelievable."

She takes the note and crumples it up into a little ball, heads towards the arena door where she spots a garbage can. With a big smile on her face, she throws the note into the garbage just as Marcus comes walking out.

"You're still giving me a ride?" He asks, "Please don't make me drive with Matt."

"But of course," she says, "I haven't left, I've been waiting for you, so hurry up."

They walk to the back of her car, and she opens the trunk. She reaches in to move her bag to make room just as Marcus leans in. He looks into her eyes again with the same intensity as he did earlier. He leans in towards AJ and gently brushes his lips across hers. He doesn't linger, just a simple brushing, but still enough to send sparks throughout AJ's being.

"Ummm," AJ stammers at a loss for words.

Marcus reaches over and pulls a strand of hair off of her face and tucks it behind her ear.

"You're beautiful AJ, don't sell yourself short." he says then straightens up, places his bag in the trunk, then walks to the passenger side of the car.