How am I supposed to focus on hockey, or anything else for that matter, ever again?
All I want to do is run to my mate and hold her. I want to learn everything about her that Slate wasn’t able to dig up. Hell, just listen to her speak.
Walking into this team meeting is the second-to-last thing I want to be doing. The last thing I want to do is go to the two away games we have and be that far away from her.
I’m glad she took the text well and didn’t even question where I got her number. That’s a conversation for a later date. It’s not that I won’t tell her—I’ll tell her everything. Just not yet. I don’t want her to freak out and run. I’ll tell her everything after she falls in love with me.
The information from Slate was helpful, though. I didn’t actually read the information specifical
