I woke up the next morning with my phone ringing.

"What?" I mumble. The sun was shining in my darkened room, my eyes groggy. I drank too much last night. This is what a hangover feels like.

"How ya feelin?" I could tell by the voice that it was Sid. He always sounds so happy in the mornings; I hate it.

"Like shit. I shouldn't have went out last night." He was laughing through the phone.

"Did you have fun?"

What's with all these damn questions?

"I suppose so. Did I do anything regretful?" I'm known to do and say embarrassing things when I drink too much.

"Nah, Nealer helped me censor you, though he drank more than you. He was a grump at practice today."

They already had practice? I pull the sheets from over me and grab my alarm clock.

1pm. Damn.

"What time did I get home?" I forced myself up, slowly walking to the restroom to freshen up.

"We'll you and Nealer left Local at 1am, I went straight home. He said this morning he got in at his place around 3am so I'm assuming you guys went somewhere else."

Oh god. I began looking around the trash cans in my bedroom, hoping I wouldn't find any evidence of what could have happened last night.

Nothing.

"Wanna grab dinner later?" He seemed fine. He probably didn't drink much, if at all.

"I'm hungry now." I grunted as I felt my stomach plead for food.

"Be there in 30." He hung up and I quickly jumped in the shower, the cold water could do me some good.

As I was getting dressed I heard a knock on my door. I opened it wearing only a bra and panties only to find Sid staring.

"I need to hide my spare key better." I say returning to my open closet. I could feel Sid's eyes on me and I continued walking around badly naked. Never was I ashamed of my body,

"I never noticed that scar before..." Sid's voice trailed off as I turned around looking at him. "That scar right above the small of your back." He continued.

"Old soccer injury. Got a boot to my back, chick got banned for 12 games and I had to get 15 stitches." He shrugged.

I pull out a pair of blue jeans, quickly sliding them up my legs. I grabbed one of the 412 shirts Sid got me last year. Suddenly, my phone began ringing.

Sid leaped off my bed in search for the hidden iPhone. "Hey, it's Nealer." He says annoyed. I hobbled over to Sid grabbing my phone from his hands and promptly putting the receiver to my ear.

"Hey James, what's up?" I could see Sid inching closer hoping her could eavesdrop on the call. I shake him away, turning my back to him while I zip up my jeans.

"Yeah I'm busy tonight but I can do tomorrow afternoon, maybe after your practice?" I glanced over my shoulder and Sid had his arms crossed and a determined look on his face.

"Sounds good. Just pick me up on your way from the arena." I say my goodbye to James, ending the call. I get on my knees looking under my bed for my favorite pair of flats.

"So you got a date tomorrow?" Sid's voice was audibly envious. He gets so worked up sometimes.

"Yup." My voice muffled from my head being buried under my bed.

"With Nealer?"

I find my flats, crawling out from under the abyss. I slip my feet into the shoes and walk past Sid, grabbing my house keys that are laying on my dresser.

"And you're smiling. You have a date with Nealer and you're happy?" Sid was following me down the stairs trying his best to keep up.

"What's the big deal, Sid? I don't know if its a date, we're just going out for lunch it's not like he's asking me to marry him." I could hear the footsteps behind me cease and I turn around to see Sid stopped in place.

"Do you like him?" He asks.

"I'm not sure. I was kind of indisposed last night to remember but form before the bar, he seemed like a cool guy." I flash him a smile s I open the front door waiting for him. "Plus, you were the one to introduce us Sid. No need getting jealous."

He walks past me out of the door. "I'm not jealous." He huffs loudly.

*** Present Time ***

"So ever since that night, things haven't been the same between Sid and I." I took a deep breath, relif was pouring over me. Finally I told someone what has really been going on with Sid and I.

Only I wish it was my best friend Max and not by boyfriend. Let alone, the teammate of Sid.

James was staring at me, looking for something in my eyes. Something that could tell him everything he needed to know.

"Ask away, babe." I tell him. I know he has questions, hell, even I have questions.

He sighs hard, his breath echoing through is house. "Were you ever attracted to Sid?" He wouldn't even look at me, his eyes were focused on his lap.

"In the beginning, yes. The more we spent time together, the more I liked him but he made it very clear early on that he wasn't looking for a relationship. Of course that was the year the Pens won the cup. But when Sid wanted to try 'us' out, I wasn't ready."

I could tell this was painful for him to hear. For all he knows, I could still have feelings for Sid.

"I wasn't ready to be in a relationship until..." I grabbed James' hand, our fingers intertwining in each other. "Well until I met you. The moment we went on our first date I was hooked to your dorky charm."

He was still looking at his lap but I could see a smile appear.

"James, nothing is there for Sid and I. Over the years, those feelings strictly became a long-lasting friendship. I'd do anything for that guy but there's only some things that I do only with people I love."

Who knew that a four-letter word could change the mood instantly. James' eyes quickly met mine, his smile getting bigger. I wish I could have taken that back.

"I mean, well, I didn't mean that. Not yet. What I meant to say was, eventually, I could see me saying that word to you. Jesus, I really need to censor myself sometimes!"

James leaned over kissing me. His hand found my knee and he began trailing up my left leg. James was forcing the kiss deeper and I succumbed to it. He owed me I thought. I go to motion my hand up him leg when he stops me.

"I don't expect you to say it yet...." I stare at him starkly. "But I want you to know that whatever you feel, I feel. I'm falling hard and I sound like a teenage boy but its true." I felt myself get butterflies in my stomach.

"Tess, you're an amazing woman and any guy who doesn't fight for what or who he wants, doesn't deserve it." Somehow I felt that was a jab at Sid.

"I like this whole honesty thing we're doing." The once 'I'm about to tell you I love you look' became the 'I want to rip your clothes off look'.

I grab James hand as I stand up. "I believe we have some unfinished business." I winked at him suggestively. He jumped off the couch, picking me up over his shoulders and ran to his bedroom.

"Shall we?" He asked as he threw me on his bed.

"We shall."