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Her Eyes

She's a Gemini Capricorn, thinks all men are addicted to porn.

When Jordan Staal woke up the next morning the first thing he did was grab his phone. He scrolled through his text messages and his heart started to pound when he realized that his hours-long conversation with Mason wasn’t a dream. He quickly got out of bed and the minute his feet hit the floor, he was wide awake. With their conversation playing in his head, he jumped in the shower. As the hot water hit him, so did the realization that maybe this was different than his other romances. He could hold a conversation with Mason, an intriguing conversation, while the other women he had encountered could barely hold a liquor glass.

This girl was different. Jordan got out of the shower and quickly dried off, before putting on his Under Armour endorsed practice uniform. He grabbed his pads, and his skates before picking up his phone. He typed out a quick ’Good morning’ message before pocketing the phone and walking out the door. He made his way down to the parking garage and to his car where he quickly deposited his gear into the backseat of his dark blue piece-of-shit Jeep and pulled out of the parking garage. It he could, Jordan would have ditched the car and walked everywhere, it was Pittsburgh, but with almost twenty pounds of equipment, it would have been extremely difficult to travel the three miles from his apartment to the arena.

Jordan pulled into his parking spot and opened the door. He let the cold air waft into his car and he pulled out his phone. A new text message from Mason. He smiled as he read the words before he pressed the green button and put it to his ear. It took a few rings but he heard her answer the phone and he smiled.

“Good morning, Ms. O’Rear.” He heard her giggle and sigh. She sounded tired.

“Good morning, Mr. Staal.”

“What’re you doing?” He leaned back in his seat and breathed out, watching the vapor collect in front of him and fog up his windshield.

“Just putting everything in my bag. Tights, leotard, pointe shoes. The usual.” He could hear her scuffling to pack everything in her bag and then he heard a thud.

“Are you ok?” The concern in his voice was evident.

“Yeah. Just tripped. I’m fine.”

“I’m really excited about today.” He breathed softly once he knew she was alright. He heard all shuffling stop and then there was quiet.

“I’m excited about it too, Jordan.” Jordan smiled, and even though he couldn’t see it, so did Mason. The quickly said their goodbyes because Mason “had to haul ass so she wouldn’t stink at his practice,” and because Jordan needed to get to practice before he got any crap from the guys.

He tossed his phone into his bag and jumped out of his car, grabbing his gear and walked into the locker rooms. He got looks from his teammates but no one said anything about the last game, something he was thankful for. He threw his stuff in his designated locker and pulled on his pads, ready for the brutal practice to come.



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Love it. Please post

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when are you going to post the end of this story?

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This is brilliant!

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