Because when Finn looks at me like that, he has my heart. And maybe that’s not something I’m supposed to give him or something he wants.
Because all of this comes with an expiration date.
We shouldn’t be risking this. We might get caught. This is our workplace.
The massage table wobbles beneath us, and I hope we don’t come crashing down, because who knows how those injuries could be explained to the public.
“Come, baby,” Finn says.
My heart patters, and the whole world consists of his eyes, his succulent lips, and his hand.
And so I come.
I shoot into Finn’s hand, and in the next moment, Finn’s cock is also shooting. I crane my neck as thick white melds together.
Then Finn is kissing me again, then searching for a tissue, then cleaning us both up.
“That was a risky,” I try to say sternly once we exit the massage room and hope that the AC will waft away our scents before Fernando returns.
“It was a stressful day,” Finn says, and my heart sinks, because this whole thing must be super stressful for him.
Everyone he’s ever met will see pictures, videos of us together. Will they all think he was lying about his sexuality? Or will they simply think him clueless? Will they wonder how he ended up married to the man who fell straight after he skated onto the ice in hisfirst NHL game?
I’m not sure, and he probably isn’t either.
We go to the exercise room, because we need to work up some sweat before we can justify a shower. I lift, he spots. We both count together.
Footsteps sound behind us, then Troy appears. “I swear to God, how can you make lifting look romantic?”
Heat sweeps over my cheeks, but I notice another person looking at us... Vinnie.
I haven’t talked with him since that debacle in Vegas, when he accused Finn and me—well, mostly me, of being homophobic.
Occasionally he looks at us in bewilderment.
I get it. I didn’t think I would be married to Finn either. I certainly didn’t think he would throw himself into the physical side of a marriage with such vigor.
Then again, he would be the first to say that he had a long history of hookups, and he is too caring to risk my reputation by hooking up now. It’s only natural for him to seek me out when he feels stressed, which is probably more and more often.
I shouldn’t dream about impossible things, and I shouldn’t let my mind wander and imagine a future that it is not fair to ask of him.
I’m almost relieved when Coach calls me away, until it occurs to me that maybe he found out what happened in the massage room.
“How, um, can I help you?” I ask him.
“I’m going to try you on the second line,” Coach Holberg says.
“Me?”
“You’ve come a long way,” he says. “We want you to be on the ice more.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Thank you.” I nod a few times, then leave his office before he can make comments about marionette dolls are something similarly unathletic.
Then I hurry to Finn to tell him the good news.
