The Roommate: A Mathew Barzal Fanfiction

13. Mathew

After the backseat hook up.

It was followed with another hook up on the mini-kitchen the next morning. We did another one on the living room couch while we're watching The Bachelorette after my game, and another one on my bedroom after Jade helped me pack to go hit the road again.

It's been a week now and I can still feel all the crazy things she does during those hook ups.

God! That girl...

She always make me feel sweaty, hot and bothered by just thinking about her.

After hanging up with my Dad to go hit the shower after our game against the Pittsburgh, I dialed Jade's number. Right after every game, I always call my Dad. But now, I already started calling Jade too.

She answers on the sixth ring.

"Hey. I'm sorry it took so long." Her voice filled the other line and I don't know what's up with her voice but everytime I hear it I always lose my breath. "How was the game?"

"Bad." I said and laid on my hotel bed. "We lose it and my back hurts so bad."

"Oh I'm sorry." She said in a sad tone and despite of my aching body, her sympathy sooths all the pain. "But you still have another game right?"

"Mm-hmm. We have one more game to win the series." I said closing my eyes.

"Well then you guys should make sure to win the next game, I'll pray for that."

I giggled. She was silent for a bit and I heard her yawn.

"I'm sorry I'm not there to kiss all your boo-boos." She said lazily.

I smiled. "I'll be home on Saturday you can kiss these all night."

"Okay." She said in a sleepy tone.

"Sleepy much?" I asked.

"Hmm." The only thing she utters and a heavy sleepy breathe then takes over.

"Jade?"

No response. She probably fell asleep for sure. I didn't hang up yet because I still want to hear those cute breathes she have over the phone. Not until sleepiness itself strikes me, I cut the call off.

I am so drawn into her, it's terrifying.

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The game against Pittsburgh was intense...

They are so eagier to win and bounce back to beat us but we are already on the lead with 3-2 score and we are already two minutes before the end of regulation.

The second line hits the ice and Anders cursed right next to me when Bailey misses the puck coming from Brassard.

"Go get 'em!" He shouted.

But right before the buzzer beeps to signal the end of the game, Crosby got the chance to score sending the game to a goddamn overtime.

"Fuck!" Bailey curses. He's clearly upset about not being able to defend the puck. We're so close to winning the series, no slip ups as much as possible if we want to go to the playoffs.

"It's okay man!" Anders encouraged. "We got this."

Coach Trotz started to spill all the defenses and techniques cursing each and everyone of us about our faults in tonight's game. "Strengthen your defenses and make sure the forward gets the chance to slam a slapshot."

Few ticks of the clock passed and we hit the ice again all rummaging to get the puck. Clutterback steals the puck and took few seconds right before passing to Anders, he faked a slapshot to distract the goalie then passed it right to me. I jammed it in and the lights started blinking.