Page 39 of Frozen Hearts
Sorry I didn’t make it last night. I had to go into work early.
You played amazing tonight, even if I struggled to follow what was happening half the time.
I hadn’t realized hockey was so interesting to watch.
Me:
Hopefully there was one hockey player more interesting to watch than the others.
Riley
Mm number seventeen had a pretty decent ass.
I grin stupidly down at my phone, fingers flying over the screen as I push my way out of the stadium and into the chilly night air.
Me
Just pretty decent?
Usually, after a celebration, I’d head to a bar with the team, or hit up a party if there’s one, but I’m not feeling it tonight. So instead I begin the walk across campus toward the townhouse I share with Grayson and Royce.
Riley
I figure you have enough supporters there to inflate your ego. I wouldn’t want your head to explode.
I actually burst out laughing, causing a couple walking my way to look at me strangely.
Me
Incredibly thoughtful of you.
But on a scale of 1-10 how decent was this ass?
Riley
17
OMG that was corny. Forget I said that.
Me
Not a fucking chance, Shortcake. No takesies backsies.
I chuckle under my breath, picturing the red blush spreading over her cheeks at this very moment and wishing I was with her to see it for myself. However, I’m enjoying this more playful Riley. The distance offered by texting has made her bolder. There’s not a chance in hell she’d have said that if we were face-to-face.
Riley
Go celebrate your win, superstar.
Fuck, why am I picturing her calling me that as she strangles my cock?
Me
Nah, the only person I wanted to celebrate with had to work, so I’m just heading home.
I watch as the ticks turn blue, indicating she read my message. There’s a pause before dots appear. They seem to sit there for ages, and I make the walk through campus on autopilot, not once removing my focus from the phone screen as I await her reply.
When I’m beginning to think she’s writing an entire essay, the dots disappear. I watch the screen intently for the remainder of my walk home, but by the time I insert my key into the front door, she still hasn’t responded, and I reluctantly tuck my phone into my pocket as I step into the house.
