Leave it in the Past

“Erica, hurry up!” I pounded on the bathroom door. She had been in the shower for 20 minutes already.

“Just use Patrick’s!” She shouted back. She was going to be in there for a while. I went into my room and picked out what I was going to wear for the day. I grabbed some jean shorts, a sheer white tank top, and a dark blue bandeau. Erica and I were going to go dress shopping for the Blackhawks charity benefit that was in three weeks. Patrick already asked me if I would be his date, and I of course agreed. That was when we planned on telling the team that we were together. It had been a week since we had decided to give this whole dating thing a try. I walked down the hall into Patrick’s room and into his bathroom. The door was open and I walked in. He had a towel around his waist and was brushing his teeth. He had just gotten out of the shower. When I walked in, he smiled and spit out his toothpaste. I couldn’t help but stare, he was toned. He had a muscular back, large biceps, and a beautiful six-pack.

“Can I use you shower? Erica is taking forever.” He nodded and rinsed the rest of the toothpaste out of his mouth.

“Only if I can join you.” He joked. I rolled my eyes and half-punched, half-slapped his bare 6-pack. Even as good-looking as he was, I wasn’t ready for that.

“Hmm no.” I smirked. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“No?” He asked. He grinned and then grabbed me into a tight hug from behind. I could feel his muscular stomach and arms around me. I could also feel a little something else below his towel. Surprised, I looked up at Patrick. He was smiling at me. I smiled and turned around. I kissed him. I loved the feeling of his soft lips on mine. I put my hand up to his face. His hands moved down to the small of my lower back and he pulled me even tighter to him. I put my hands around his neck. I broke away and leaned back, pushing my hips even further into his. I looked up at him. He had such an innocent face and the prettiest blue eyes.

“Please Peyyyttt.” He begged. I knew he wasn’t completely serious, but I also knew he wouldn’t hesitate if I said yes. I laughed at his pleading.

“Sorry, but nope. I need to get ready. Now out,” I said, pushing his chest away.

“But I have to shave first! You can’t kick me out of my own bathroom.” He argued.

“Shave what?” I teased, squinting at his face. He could hardly grow a playoff beard.

“Oh shush. No need to be like that.” He frowned, poking me in the stomach.

“Okay well shave, and then get out. Can I have a towel?”

“Oh sure.” He said, and started grabbing the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. I closed my eyes.

“Can I have a fresh towel?” I asked, rephrasing my question.

“Nope.” He teased. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

“Patrickkkk.” I whined, “I need to get in the shower.”

“Alright, alright.” He put his towel back around his waist and went to grab a towel for me. I took my hair out of the bun I put it in last night. My hair was a wavy, dirty blonde mess that reached down just past my shoulder blades. I took off my white socks and threw them to the corner of Patrick’s bathroom. Patrick still wasn’t back with my towel so I started taking off my pajamas. I had on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, which is what I usually wear. I lifted my t-shirt off over my head, leaving me in a grey sports bra and my American Eagle boxers. Then Patrick came in.

“Here’s your towel Peyt.” He said, throwing a fuzzy white towel to me. I set it on the closed toilet seat. He paused and looked me over.

“Maybe you should just wear that to bed.” He suggested, with a wink.

“Wow Patty, someone’s a little excited this morning, aren’t you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. His face turned red.

“Well I uh- yeah.” He admitted, “I can’t help it when my girlfriend is a beautiful as you. I just want to hold you and kiss you all day long.” I blushed and walked into his open arms and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. But I mean, you’re so muscular. Sometimes I can’t help it either.” I flirted back. He stood up a little taller and smiled.

“Nah, not really.” He denied. He grabbed his can of shaving cream and started putting it on his face. I looked at him, waiting for him to finish shaving. There was no way I was taking anymore clothes off until he left.

“What?” He asked, watching at me in the mirror.

“I’m waiting for you leave so I can get in the shower.”

“Okay, okay.” He left, with a face full a shaving cream and closed the door. I quickly took the rest of my clothes off, then grabbed my soap and stuff and got into the shower.
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“Peyton, I think that you should try this one on!” Erica exclaimed, handing me a beautiful navy blue dress. It was strapless, with a line of rhinestones on top of the shell. The bottom was straight, and reached down to the floor. It was gorgeous.

“Only if you try on this one.” I responded, handing her a light pink dress. It was also strapless, but the bottom of this one poofed out slightly because of the see- through fabric over the solid light pink bottom.

“Deal.” She agreed, and we both took our dresses into our own dressing rooms. I slipped my dress on and zipped up the back. It fit perfectly. I stepped out of the dressing room and waited for Erica. When she walked out, she looked stunning. Pink was a good color for her.

“Oh Erica, that’s perfect!” I gushed.

“I really like it.” She admitted, “But Peyton, that dress is absolutely amazing on you. Patrick will love it.” I smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. He had a team meeting right now, and he was actually really upset that he couldn’t come with us.

“Do you really think so?” I asked.

“You look good! Trust me. Now, do you think anyone will ask me to be their date?” She asked hopefully. I knew she was hoping that someone would ask her to the benefit as a date.

“Yes, I do. Just be patient.” I said, trying to reassure her.

“Alright.” She smiled. We went and bought the dresses and went back to Patrick’s to drop them off before heading out to lunch.

Patrick’s POV

“So Kaner, have you gotten a date for the charity thing yet?” Jonathan asked me. The team was cleaning out and reorganizing our lockers today.

“Yep. Have you?” I answered quickly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask who.

“Yeah. Who’s yours?” He asked. I wanted to tell him so bad, but Peyt and I really wanted to surprise the team.

“This girl I met at a bar the other day.” I shrugged. I could see Jonathan and some of the other guys exchange confused looks.

“Uhhh… Patrick, do you think that’s such a good idea?” Jonathan asked seriously. He always tried to make sure I was making good decisions.

“Why not?” I asked innocently, knowing exactly what he was implying. I reached in my locker to grab my tape and smiled to myself.

“Well what about Peyton?” This time it was Leddy asking.

“What about her?” I asked. I put on my best confused look. But Leddy was the one that looked really confused.

“I thought you liked her.” He confessed.

“Nah, we’re just friends.” I said. Leddy got wide-eyed and went back to cleaning his locker. As the guys finished cleaning up their lockers, they started filing out of the locker room, leaving me, Tazer, and Saader left.

“So who did you ask, Tazer?” I asked, still focused on my locker. I was really particular about where everything was.

“Caitlyn.” He said with a smile. He had met her a few months ago at a bar, and claimed that she was unlike any other girl he had ever met. He had fallen hard for her.

“Hey! Good for you, man. I’m happy for you.” I was glad to see him man up and ask her.

“How about you Saader? Have you asked anyone?” I asked, glancing at Saad.

“Not yet. Hey I was wondering, could I have Peyton’s number? I need a little advice on something.” He admitted. I didn’t really want to give it to him, but I knew that he wasn’t lying about why he needed it.

“Yeah, sure.” I said. He handed me his phone and I put the number I knew by heart into a new contact for him.

“Thanks, man.” He said, grabbing his bag and walking out of the locker room. Now it was just Toews and I left.

“I know you like her, Kaner.” Jonathan said. I was glad he waited until the locker room was clear to bring this up again.

“Yeah. I do.” I admitted. I wasn’t going to lie to him again.

“So why didn’t you ask her?” I stopped and thought. Part of me just wanted to admit it to him and make him promise not to tell the others. Or I could lie about it.

“Well, can you keep a secret?” I asked. I already knew the answer though.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well I actually did ask Peyton. And she did say yes. Oh and she’s my girlfriend now.” I said, relieved to finally tell somebody.

“That’s great! But why didn’t you want to tell anyone?”

“We kinda wanted to surprise everyone at the benefit.”

“Ohhhh I get it now. Yeah I won’t say a thing!”

“Thanks man.” I said, before walking out of the locker room and heading home.

Notes

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