Begin Again.
Chapter 15
*Steph's P.O.V.*
I woke up the next morning from a bright light shining in on my face, which was ironic because the last time Tuukka and I had sex I had woken up in his bed from a bright light. I moaned sleepily and rubbed my eyes, yawning quietly. Last night was amazing and I couldn't stop thinking about it and smiling to myself like an idiot. And I loved it.
I didn't hear Tuukka snoring quietly like I usually did, so i reached my leg out to try to feel for him. When I felt nothing, I rolled over to see that he wasn't in bed anymore. I looked around his room, confused, and eventually realized that he was in the shower, given the fact that she shower was running and he had to shower because he was leaving for Toronto in a few hours.
I sighed at the thought of him leaving. He was going to be gone for a couple of days and I knew that they would feel like hell. I sat myself up and walked over to his closet, naked still, and found some of his clothes to throw on. After that I protruded to the living room to watch some TV while I waited for him to get back.
I turned on NHL Network and grabbed an apple from the kitchen and sat down on his huge couch, humming to myself happily. On TV they started talking about the Bruins, my boyfriend in particular, which caught my interest.
"It seems to me," One of the reporter guys I didn't recognize said. "Rask has a new lady friend."
I nearly choked on my apple and jolted up straight. What the fuck? How the hell would they know?!
"Yes sir," The other reporter guy said to him, chuckling dryly. "Tuukka and his alleged girlfriend were seen at a restauraunt in the North end last night, and she did not seem happy to see us, that's for sure."
A picture of me surfaced onto the screen, flipping off what was actually the snobby wealthy people but it looked like I was flipping off the cameramen, that I didn't even see.
Oh. My. God.
"Yeah she sure seems like a sweetheart thats for sure!" The bastards laughed together.
"Deffinatley, or as Tuukka might even say...Steph-inatley!"
How the fuck did they know my name?! Holy shit!
"Tuukka!" I yelled out, standing in front of the TV and covering my mouth in shock. This could not be happening.
"Yeah?" I heard him yell from the bathroom.
"Get. Out. Here. Now." I yelled back at him. He appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist and walked over torwards me, seeing the look of shock on my face.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Look!" I exclaimed as I pointed at the TV, that just happened to show the picture of me flipping everyone off. I looked like a huge bitch.
Tuukka's mouth formed and 'O' shape and looked back down at me.
"Well...well that's not good." He stammered.
"No shit!" I didn't mean to be so mean to him, I was just angry and furious. I cradled my hands in my face and groaned.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey.." He cooed, pulling me into him. "Everything's gonna be okay. I promise."
"You don't know that." I said calmly, looking up at his eyes. "There's crazy fans and puck sluts and people obviously won't like me very much because of that picture and maybe some people don't want me to distract you from playing good and-"
He shut me up with a kiss and cupped my face. I didn't protest, i kissed him back. I shouldn't be arguing with him because he had to leave in a couple of hours, I should just enjoy my time with him.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, our foreheads touching.
"You're gonna be fine, Steph." He whispered. "I'll protect you. I won't let anything happen to you. I love you with all my heart and soul."
I nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. I pulled him back to my face and kissed him, not wanting him to leave. I just wanted to stay with him like this, but I knew I couldn't. He had to go and I wasn't going to see him for a while but I knew it was something I would have to get used to if I'm going to be dating an NHL star.
So I just kissed him as hard as I could and made it last as long as possible, loving him more and more each minute.
I woke up the next morning from a bright light shining in on my face, which was ironic because the last time Tuukka and I had sex I had woken up in his bed from a bright light. I moaned sleepily and rubbed my eyes, yawning quietly. Last night was amazing and I couldn't stop thinking about it and smiling to myself like an idiot. And I loved it.
I didn't hear Tuukka snoring quietly like I usually did, so i reached my leg out to try to feel for him. When I felt nothing, I rolled over to see that he wasn't in bed anymore. I looked around his room, confused, and eventually realized that he was in the shower, given the fact that she shower was running and he had to shower because he was leaving for Toronto in a few hours.
I sighed at the thought of him leaving. He was going to be gone for a couple of days and I knew that they would feel like hell. I sat myself up and walked over to his closet, naked still, and found some of his clothes to throw on. After that I protruded to the living room to watch some TV while I waited for him to get back.
I turned on NHL Network and grabbed an apple from the kitchen and sat down on his huge couch, humming to myself happily. On TV they started talking about the Bruins, my boyfriend in particular, which caught my interest.
"It seems to me," One of the reporter guys I didn't recognize said. "Rask has a new lady friend."
I nearly choked on my apple and jolted up straight. What the fuck? How the hell would they know?!
"Yes sir," The other reporter guy said to him, chuckling dryly. "Tuukka and his alleged girlfriend were seen at a restauraunt in the North end last night, and she did not seem happy to see us, that's for sure."
A picture of me surfaced onto the screen, flipping off what was actually the snobby wealthy people but it looked like I was flipping off the cameramen, that I didn't even see.
Oh. My. God.
"Yeah she sure seems like a sweetheart thats for sure!" The bastards laughed together.
"Deffinatley, or as Tuukka might even say...Steph-inatley!"
How the fuck did they know my name?! Holy shit!
"Tuukka!" I yelled out, standing in front of the TV and covering my mouth in shock. This could not be happening.
"Yeah?" I heard him yell from the bathroom.
"Get. Out. Here. Now." I yelled back at him. He appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist and walked over torwards me, seeing the look of shock on my face.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Look!" I exclaimed as I pointed at the TV, that just happened to show the picture of me flipping everyone off. I looked like a huge bitch.
Tuukka's mouth formed and 'O' shape and looked back down at me.
"Well...well that's not good." He stammered.
"No shit!" I didn't mean to be so mean to him, I was just angry and furious. I cradled my hands in my face and groaned.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey.." He cooed, pulling me into him. "Everything's gonna be okay. I promise."
"You don't know that." I said calmly, looking up at his eyes. "There's crazy fans and puck sluts and people obviously won't like me very much because of that picture and maybe some people don't want me to distract you from playing good and-"
He shut me up with a kiss and cupped my face. I didn't protest, i kissed him back. I shouldn't be arguing with him because he had to leave in a couple of hours, I should just enjoy my time with him.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, our foreheads touching.
"You're gonna be fine, Steph." He whispered. "I'll protect you. I won't let anything happen to you. I love you with all my heart and soul."
I nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. I pulled him back to my face and kissed him, not wanting him to leave. I just wanted to stay with him like this, but I knew I couldn't. He had to go and I wasn't going to see him for a while but I knew it was something I would have to get used to if I'm going to be dating an NHL star.
So I just kissed him as hard as I could and made it last as long as possible, loving him more and more each minute.
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