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I shook my head. “I think you mentioned it once before.”

“I did, yeah. I went once during winter with the team. They have this lake there that freezes all the way over and you can skate on it.”

Throught a dramatic and long gasp, my mouth opened wide. “That’s dangerous.”

“It’s not, it’s fine, I promise. And you’d be with me,” he said.

“I’d only go if you were holding me, but you saw the way I fell that one time.”

He cooed at me, reaching out for my knees, but laid on the bedroom floor, he could only touch the back of them. “They’re all healed now though,” he said. “I’ve seen them plenty since then. I know they’re fine.”

“I do like the idea of a petting zoo,” I said. “But I do prefer warmer things.”

“Well, that brings me to another thing, a couple miles from Pineberry Falls, closer to the state border is another town I went to last winter. Snowflake Springs. They don’t have any large frozen lakes, but they do have natural hot springs and some mountains people go to for winter sports.”

“Oo that sounds fun.”

“I want to share these things with you. I want to make memories.”

“Have you already made plans?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t already have plans yet. I usually do something over winter because I don’t go home. If it’s something you’d want to do with me, we can, but if you’re going home, then—”

“I want to do them with you,” I blurted. Knowing I could tell my mom I had plans was a relief. I didn’t want to be pressured into going home during the break. “Can we do both?”

“I can plan that. A little road trip. Me, you, and—” he glanced to the large teddy. “Well, some of the smaller ones, probably.”

I’d never been on a vacation before, and that’s what he was pitching, for winter break, which was months away from now, but it meant he was really thinking about us in the long-term, and I was all giggly about the idea. A vacation, organized by Daddy, with a petting zoo, skating on a frozen lake, and then a hot spring. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I pounced on his body, pushing him into the teddy as I covered his face with kisses.

That’s just how grateful I was for him.

28. LUKE

I’d been thinking about the plan for weeks, which was wild because we had only been together forweeks. I just wanted to experience everything I hadn’t been able to, but had seen the world promote to me ever since I was young. Going on dates, vacations, exchanging gifts, and time with each other. I’d missed out on so much, and I hadn’t even noticed. I didn’t feel like I’d missed out on anything, not until I fell for Wren, that’s when I knew I was so behind on life.

Our bond continued to grow as we played together. Saturday nights were nights we spent together and discovered each other on an intimate level. I was becoming more confident in myself sexually. I had so much stamina on the ice, but in the bedroom, I wasn’t so lucky. I’d been cumming quite quickly, although Wren didn’t consider it a problem at all. Sundays were for playing, where I would attempt to implement something I’d read about. Picnics in his bedroom, drawing murals on my back, and card games with cartoons representing the suits, he enjoyed that a lot, with the winner always being him, even if it would’ve been me.

The Orcas had been on a winning streak except for the two games we drew. We weren’t at the top of the tournament, two other teams were playing better in terms of goal scored, and that made a world of difference. There was one final event before winter break and it was a non-conference tournament taking place in Boston, a round-robin event.

The event was done for mostly teams in the North East, mainly New England, but occasionally there were teams from across the entirety of the US that were wild card entries, like the Brynn Ice Dragons from California, or the Bellport Bobcats in Louisiana. I liked going up against those teams because I was always so sure they were the worst. I mean, they rarely ever got snow and their lakes never iced over where they were at.

“I’m all packed,” Wren announced to me over the phone. His nose was pink and his cheeks flushed from the cold. “I’m so excited to visit Boston and maybe take a little trip around some of the famous places.”

“Oh, well, as long as the team keeps winning, like we have been, I doubt we’re gonna have time,” I told him as I stuffed another thick pullover into my duffle bag.

The tournament was set to take place over the weekend, which gave us some time to explore, but coach was going to have us in game mode as much as possible. The game didn’t count for points, but there was a trophy for winners, and there was the bragging rights and media coverage. My entire life was about getting media coverage to get scouted, it was all our goals.

* * *

We lasted a single game. That’s all it took. One of fucking Ivy’s absolutely mashed our team. This wasn’t a play three teams, win two out of three and keep going forward in the competition type of game. We were eliminated. Done.

It was the first loss we’d experienced this season as a team. Everyone patted me on the back, calling me Lucky, like they always did when I got those tricky shots in the goal. And I felt lucky for not having this loss on the record, but we’d traveled all the way to Boston, we’d been so vocal about coming back with the trophy.

Laid on the hotel bed, watching the rotating fan above me on a slow twirl. I was absolutely pissed. This entire event had been for nothing.

Wren cuddled up to me. “It’s ok, baby,” he said. “It should be illegal for ivy league schools to take part in these events.”

I wrapped my arm around him, pulling his head up to my chest. “You’re right. It should be. I just—I’m sorry I’m being an absolute kill joy right now.”

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