The Wall

The drive back to Hadlee's apartment was fairly uneventful. Hadlee ordered 2 pizzas. They talked about college and their current careers. The discussion turned to music and Kevan was baffled by the wide variety of music Hadlee liked. Somehow professional Hadlee didn't seem like the type of girl to listen to Tupac or Motley Crüe. He made mental notes of her favorite bands. He could totally see Hadlee singing along to Florida Georgia Line. He had quickly gotten used to that band as his Providence teammates and his Boston ones seemed to play their music all the time.

"I'll listen to almost anything" said Kevan "except Tuuk's Finnish death metal. Can't wrap my brain around it."

Hadlee looked at Kevan "I prefer my metal from the 80's with big hair and spandex. No kill the puppies music."

Kevan laughed out loud " I don't know what the fuck Tuuk's music is saying it's all in Finnish."

"Have you picked up any other languages?" inquired Hadlee

"Mostly curse words in Swedish,Czech, Russian, and Finnish. But I can speak enough French to navigate around in Quebec. But I absolutely hate Montreal. It's no good to be a Bruin there."

"So Montreal doesn't like y'all?"

"I forget you don't know much about hockey. " laughed Kevin " they are probably our biggest rivals. They advanced in the cup race this year. We beat ourselves. Constant drama and a lil hockey."

Hadlee cocked her head to the side " they're y'all's Duke! That I totally understand. It's a universal fact that Duke sucks on principle. I sleep in a tshirt that says "I still hate Laettner." I also have one that says Duke on the front but the d and e are covered over in duct tape so it just says UK."

Hadlee looked at Kevan as the pulled in the drive he looked like he was trying to hold in laughter. He then told her that Marchand was right. Hadlee asked him about what.

"Brad wants to get you to a Bruins game. He's convinced you will love it and become a rabid fan." Kevan opened the door of the vehicle for Hadlee. He handed her the suitcase sized purse and fetched her bag from the back seat.

"So Brad Marchand wants me to come watch him play hockey. I'm sure there are a number of girls that would love an invite like that. Maybe I should call him and tell him I want to see his moves." Hadlee looked at Kevan over her shoulder as she was unlocking the door. Once inside the door Kevan grabbed Hadlee and backed her up against the door.

"No way is Marchy or any of my boys showing you any of their moves. On or off the ice." growled Kevan. Hadlee looked up into his eyes. This growly thing was fucking hot. She pulled Kevan's mouth down to hers and fused them together. She deepened the kiss and nibbled at his bottom lip. Kevan dropped the bag on the floor and grabbed Hadlee.

Hadlee was now face to face with him with her legs locked around his waist and her back against the door. She had one arm around his neck for balance. Hadlee was placing little kisses along his jaw line until she bumped into his ball cap. Hadlee quickly turned his hat backwards and resumed kissing him until she met his mouth. Kevan pulled her closer to him and kissed her until they were both gasping for breath. Kevan hands had crept underneath the edge of her shirt and were resting on her skin. His hands were huge and his rough fingers were stroking her waist. Just as Kevan resumed his assault on Hadlee's mouth the door bell rang. Kevan touched his forehead to Hadlee's and gave a her a small peck on the mouth. Hadlee slid her body down Kevan's until her feet hit the floor. She nodded to the couch so he could sit down. The pizza boy really didn't need to see what Mr. Miller was packing. Hadlee however knew from being in his lap and wrapped around his waist that when the time came she wouldn't be disappointed.

Hadlee's southern upbringing crept into her mind as she opened the door and paid the pizza guy. Her momma would kill her if she knew she was making out with a random guy she met yesterday. Hadlee placed the pizzas on he coffee table and went to the kitchen to grab napkins and drinks. While rummaging in the fridge she asked Kevan if he wanted beer, water, or a coke. They both settled on beer. As she walked back to the couch she said "I think I need Brad's number."

Kevan laughed as she walked toward him. She was completely disheveled, lips kiss swollen, and she had what appeared to be a beard rash on her neck. "What the hell, Hadlee?"

"A proper southern girl always say thank you."

"You are thanking Marchy for what?"

Hadlee flipped on the tv. She went to the menu and queued up Game of Thrones. "Well he did get you to show me some of your moves."

Kevan stared at her incredulously. He then busted out laughing and leaned over and kissed her. "Where are you in the series"

They opened the pizza boxes and began eating dinner. "I'm at the beginning of the last season."

"I'm a little farther into season 4. But as promised I will watch what ever you want. Hand me your phone."
Hadlee watched Kevan as he programmed a number into her phone. He tossed her phone back to her. He'd programmed Marchand's number in for Hadlee. He winked at her and finished his slice of pizza. Hadlee and he sat in companionable silence as they watched the carnage after the red wedding unfold. Hadlee cleared the boxes and bottles from the coffee table. She then came back to the couch and cuddled up to Kevan putting her head in his lap. The last thing she remembered was Kevan rubbing small circles on her on back beneath her Stones tee.

Hadlee and Kevan both woke with a start when they heard the sound of camera shutter snick. The tv was at a menu screen and it had to be close to 1am because Caroline was standing at the foot of the couch with her phone snapping pics of her and Kevan.

"Damn it Caroline"

"What it's ridiculously cute! You will thank me later." She then turned her attention to Kevan "Mr. Miller out after curfew. What would Whitesides say?"

"No curfew on preseason. He will kick my ass in the morning since I will be dragging." He kissed Hadlee
" it's worth it. Remember Brad has a big mouth. Anything you say can and will be used against you."

Hadlee walked Kevan to the door and gave him a long kiss good bye. "Text me so I know you aren't dead in a ditch line."

He laughed gave her a small wave and disappeared towards the elevator. Hadlee turned to face Caroline. "Hadlee Reynold's I can't believe you of all people are making out and sleeping with a guy you just met. I'm proud of you."

"Just for that Caroline I'm not showing you my new shoes!"

"Bitch" called Caroline jokingly.

Hadlee changed into her pj's and laid down in bed. She plugged up her phone and laid it on the bedside table. After a few minutes it chimed.

Kevan: Home. Not dead in a ditch line
Hadlee: It's official I've turned into my mom on that one. Sorry but I'm glad you made it home.
Kevan: Would have rather stayed and saw your Laettner shirt.

Hadlee snapped a pic of her shirt and bare legs. Does this count as sexting? It was just her shirt. Hadlee hit send.

Kevan opened the text from Hadlee it was a picture of her in her Laettner shirt. Just her Laettner shirt. How does someone so short have that long of a pair of legs. Cold shower before bed.

Hadlee: Good night Mr. Miller. I expect a good photo in return.
Kevan: Night Hadlee. I will send you a pic of Whitey kicking my ass tomorrow.
Hadlee: Sounds better than court. Can't wait to see it.

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