Emily
It’s still early on New Year’s Day. My phone says it’s only 8 o’clock, and it’s also ringing. Since a certain ice hockey captain has me up almost all night, from the s*x and the overwhelming feelings that came over me afterward, I’m not ready to get up.
“Who’s calling you at this hour?” Hans mumbles, as he reaches to pull me to his dangerously naked self. I’m still sore from last night, but who can say no to this hottie trying to get me back in his arms? A cuddle won’t hurt, but not answering my mother’s call will.
“My mom,” I say, reluctantly getting up.
I’m still completely naked, but I don’t care. Hans has seen everything already anyway, and I really must answer this call. I’m praying she doesn’t insist on a video call because my hair’s sexed up and there’s a naked man in my
