Page 10 of On Thin Ice

I leave the rink and head upstairs to the second floor, still sweaty from a day of training and drills. When I arrive at the gym it’s silent, eerily silent and I momentarily panic that she somehow found out about my plan to ambush her and she’s already left. Then I hear a muffled, frustrated grunt coming from inside, so I push the doors open and watch Callie flick her head in my direction when the squeak of the door draws her attention. Her eyes widen when she sees me and I can almost hear her heart hammering from across the gym.

“You should really lock the door when you’re in here alone, any weirdo could come in.” I say, watching as she jumps back up onto the beam. “Huh,” She barks a dry, sarcastic laugh. “Like you, you mean?” I guess I deserve that, I have just snuck in here to catch her when she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to talk to me.

I watch as she lines her body up on the beam, shifting her feet into position and throwing her body backwards into the air. My breath catches in my throat as she lands safely back on her feet, breathing a sigh of relief that’s accompanied by my own. She jumps down from the beam and crosses the gym towards where I stand at the lockers.

“What are you doing here Sean?” She huffs, twisting her locker door open and watching as another one of my notes floats to the ground. She heaves a sigh and picks it up, I left it for her yesterday and I watch a tiny tint of pink seep into her cheeks when she reads it.

I grip her hand in mine and twist her around to face me. “I told you, I want you Callie and I'm not going to stop until you agree to go out with me.” She sighs with frustration and yanks her hand out of mine. “And I told you, I don’t trust you.” She drags her hair tie down her long ponytail and flicks her hair over her shoulder.

“I’m going to shower.” I mumble and turn towards the door.

“Good for you,” She huffs and I leave the gym wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do now.

I really thought after our talk upstairs at the party last weekend that I was making some progress with her, breaking down those walls that she’s fighting to keep up. But the anger in her bright green eyes just now makes me think she’s rebuilt every brick that I took down, filling in the gaps with extra strong cement and making them even studier than before, specifically to keep me out.

I get into the shower, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles after a long day of training on the ice and close my eyes. I need a plan, a next move, something to help me get through to this fireball of a woman and make her see that I'm not going to fuck her over.

Just as I feel my shoulders start to relax under the warm spray I hear a muffled knock on the locker room door. I poke my head around the shower curtain and listen, when I hear the door open softly.

“Sean?” I hear Callie call tentatively.

“Yeah?” I yell back, immediately turning the water off and wondering that the fuck has changed in the last five minutes that she now wants to talk to me.

Callie opens the door wider and I can hear her voice more clearly now. “Are you nearly done in there? Ellen has locked the women’s locker room and I desperately need a shower before I leave.”

I ruffle my wet hair and grab my towel from the hook. “Yeah, I’ve just turned the water off so give me five minutes and I'll be done.” I wrap the towel around my waist and step onto the cold floor. “You can wait in here if you want but I am naked.”

I hear her curse under her breath and then say, “Yeah, I think I'll just wait out here.”

I smile to myself at the knowledge that she thinks she'll be tempted in here with me, maybe those bricks aren’t so sturdy after all.

I come out of the shower, into the main changing area and start to dry myself. I’m still naked and Callie has been waiting outside all of two minutes when she bursts into the locker room and slams the door closed, rising on her toes and peering out of the tiny peephole in the centre of the door. I freeze, watching her and confusion floods my brain, what the fuck is she doing? She looks panicked, I can see her chest rising and falling from behind before she breathes a sigh of relief and lets her feet fall flat on the ground again. A chuckle slips out from my throat and Callie stiffens, like she forgot I was in here, she spins around to face me and slaps her hands over her eyes when she realises I’m still naked.

“Oh my god,” She groans, her hands completely shielding her eyes from my body as she stumbles back against the door.

I laugh quietly. “I did tell you I was naked in here.”

“I know,” she says, eyes still covered. “But I just saw my ex coming down the hallway with another girl and there was no way I was having that conversation right now.”

I smile to myself as Callie’s eyes are still covered. “Wanna have this conversation instead?” She makes a slither of a gap through her fingers and peers out at me with one eye, keeping it firmly directed towards my face. “You’re trying not to look at my dick aren’t you?” I tease and she lets her hands fall to her sides, exposing the pink tint to her freckled cheeks. “Naturally,” She breathes, spinning back around to face the door. My dick is so happy to see her, especially since he’s not folded away in my trousers, fighting to break out and wave hello to her like usual. I’m certainly not lacking in self confidence, having girls constantly throwing themselves at you will do that to a man.

“I know it’s big, you don’t have to pretend like you’re not impressed.” I muse, feeling my head grow ten times.

She scoffs, still facing the door. “You’re disgusting, and I’ve seen better.” Ouch, maybe my ego is more easily bruised than I thought.

“Like who?” I say, trying to push the images of anyone else’s dick inside Callie but mine.

She laughs dryly. “None of your business fuck boy, now can you hurry up and get some clothes on so I can shower in peace?”

As tempting as it is to keep teasing her I know she’s getting frustrated, so I pull my trousers up my legs, tucking the big guy away again and apologising to him that he’s still not getting any tonight. I pull my t-shirt down and grab my bag, moving towards the door where Callie has her head pinned, determined not to see my naked body.

“I know you want me Callie, you don’t have to keep fighting it, I know you think I'm sexy.” I whisper into her hair with my chest pressed against her back. Her breathing catches as usual before she covers it up with a scoff and wriggles away from me. “Was that a ‘I’m dying to give in and let you fuck me’ scoff or a ‘No, I don’t want you’ scoff?” I tease and she folds her arms.

“The second one,” She purses her lips at me and I’m fucking itching to suck them into my mouth. I pause for a moment, watching her chest rise a little faster under my stare.

“Huh, you know you almost had me convinced for a second there.” I smile and the frustration builds behind her emerald pools again.

“You might possibly be the most pig headed, egotistical prick I’ve ever met.” She spits, which makes me crack another grin.

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