Page 97 of You Had Me at Hockey

Sunday afternoon, I head over to Sara’s place. The weather is mild, spring flowers are blooming, so we’re going for a walk in Central Park.

When she lets me into her place, though, she’s not even ready. I pull her in for a kiss and it’s listless and halfhearted. “What’s wrong?”

She waves a hand. “Nothing. I’ll go get ready. Sorry. I got lost in Dr. Pimple Popper videos.”

“Something’s wrong. What did I do?” I’m wracking my brain trying to figure out how I screwed up when I’ve been gone for a week. Was it something in one of my texts?

“It’s not you.” She sighs and turns to face me from her bedroom door. “Some douchebag posted a hate video about me on YouTube.”

“Fuck.” I cross straight to her and take hold of her upper arms. “Was it threatening?”

“No.” She shakes her head, her lips drooping. “Just stupid. And mean.”

“I’m sorry.” I pull her against me and press her face to my chest. “You have to ignore that shit.”

“I know. But sometimes it’s not that easy.”

I know this too. I’ve been there. I’ll never forget the time I screwed up in the playoffs for the Dallas farm team one year and the whole Internet dragged me for months.

“I get it.”

“Do you want to see it?”

“No.” My answer is firm.

She lifts her head and peers up at me. “I’ve been bummed all weekend because of it.”

“You should have told me.”

“Nah. You have bigger things to worry about when you’re on a road trip.”

“You’re a pretty big thing to me,” I say softly. “I’m here for you whenever.”

Her eyes fill with water. “Oh. Damn. Now you made me cry, jerk.”

I choke out a laugh. “Sorry.”

She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me. “Thank you.”

“Want me to help you get dressed?”

Her laugh is muffled in my sweater. “We’ll never get out of here if you do.”

“Okay, I’ll just watch.” I pat her butt and follow her into her bedroom.

The bed’s not made, so I pull the duvet up and arrange the pillows, then bounce onto the bed and stack my hands behind my head.

She laughs and shakes her head as she pulls off her pajama top.

I sigh happily at the sight of her beautiful bare breasts. I shift on the bed when she bends over to get something out of a drawer and shows off her tight little ass. And I adjust my cock when she pulls on a white lace bralette and matching thong.

“A thong,” I say approvingly.

She casts a smirk my way. “You think this is for you?”

“It better be.”

“Okay, yeah, it is.”

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