“Thanks.” I bit down on my lip, weirdly shy. The manager had said pretty much the same thing, but for some reason, it felt even more meaningful to hear the praise from one of my new teammates. I’d been so fucking nervous before the training session, knowing I was the newbie, and I needed to prove myself with these guys I’d only ever played against in other matches. But everyone had been friendly and welcoming, and the whole session had gone smoothly. I just hoped I could continue to do them proud.
There was one person I wanted to share my feelings with. One person who I’d been in constant contact with since I’d left Canada. One person, who was so far away, who hadn’t said yes to a visit to England.
Collapsing back onto the bench, I rubbed at my chest. I missed Cody, so fucking much. Texting him and even calling himwasn’t enough. I needed to see him in person, to touch him, to taste him, to have him look at me like I was the only thing he saw.
But I couldn’t.
Unlocking my phone, I opened my messages and sent him a text. He probably wouldn’t get it for a while—it was morning here, and he was seven hours behind me, so he’d be asleep right now. But this way, he could have it when he woke up.
Me:
You asked me to let you know how my first training session went. It was great. No problems with my hamstring, and my teammates were really welcoming
I’d only just placed my phone down when it buzzed, Cody’s name flashing up on my screen.
Cody:
I’m glad. Not surprised your teammates liked you. Told you that you were likeable
Me:
What are you doing up? It’s 4:30 in the morning
Cody:
Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind
Fuck. I could picture him lying in his bed, all alone, his brow furrowed and his body all stiff and tense.
Me:
Anything you want to talk about?
Cody:
My agent asked me what I wanted to do about my contract. Whether I wanted to stay at Calgary or negotiate a new deal with another team. I have a lot to think about. I don’t even know if anyone will want me
I want you.
Me:
Any team would be lucky to have you. And of course they’ll want you. You’re Cody fucking Clements, NHL superstar
Cody:
I wish I could see myself the way you see me
Me:
You’re talented and special, and I’m not just saying this because I’m into you. It’s because it’s true
Cody:
You’re into me, huh?
Me:
Like this is a surprise. You’re into me too
