Confessions of An Ice Girl

I hurried down the halls of Consol when a hand grabbed my arm "Abby, can I talk to you?" Paul asked

"There's nothing we have to talk about, Paul." I replied

"Well, it seems like you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad Paul. I just...I can't...we can't do this, okay? Like I said. I like you as a friend. Not like that. That kiss shouldn't have happened."

"I know, Abby. But that doesn't mean we can't talk."

"You have a game to prepare for and I have my stuff to prepare for. I have to go." I said walking off.

"Hey Abby." Mya, another ice girl said as I got to our area

"Hey." I said

"James Neal came here looking for you."

"Neal did? What did he want?"

"He didn't say. He just asked where you were."

"Oh. I see then."

Mya gave me a look and whispered something to another ice girl giggling "so how was it?"

"How was what?" I asked her confused

"The sex with James Neal?"

I laughed "what?! Me and Neal? No. Never."

"Oh come on. You can tell us. We won't tell anyone you and James Neal had sex." Katie said

"Neal and I have not had sex and will never have sex." I snapped

"Well why not? He's hot."

I rolled my eyes "then you have sex with him."

"I'm not the one he came here looking for."

"Well I can promise you that's not what Neal wanted." I replied getting my skates on and putting the covers on my blades walking off. Where would Neal be at this time, more than likely playing two-touch with the guys. I couldn't risk Paul or any of the others seeing me talk to him so I decided post game was better.
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The Pens won the game. I changed from my uniform and grabbed my phone. Sending him a quick message.

Abby- heard you were looking for me. What's up?

He responded a few minutes later.

James Neal- Meet me in the exercise room in ten.
Abby- why, Neal?
James Neal- just meet me.

Another instance where I should've said no. Told him we could talk on the phone, but of course, I agreed. I headed to the gym area. The arena was quiet. Most of the players were gone. James opened the door for me and I walked in "Neal what is going on?"

"Paulie kissed you?"

"Who the fuck told you that?"

"No one. I saw his messages to you on his phone."

"Yeah he kissed me. So? I don't like Paul. Like I told you." I replied going to walk away. Neal stopped me "what now?"

"Abby, I..." He stopped and looked down "never mind. Have a good night." He said flatly, moving past me and out the door. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I followed him

"Neal...neal...James?" I said following him down the empty halls "What's up, Neal?" I said grabbing his hand

"What is with you? You don't want to talk to me, you want to talk to me?" His voice was almost a whisper, those blue-grey eyes staring down at me as he spoke.

"Neal...I..." I was interrupted by his lips pressing down against mine. I found myself kissing him back. He pressed me up against the wall, still kissing me with passion and neediness. His hand slipped up my hoodie and over my breast as his mouth moved to my neck, gently biting down. I moaned and gasped "Neal...James...let's get out of here."

James nodded kissing me again "okay." He said. We headed to his car and James pulled me over pressing me up against his vehicle and kissing me again. I bit his lip and heard him moan. He opened the door for me before kissing me again. I smiled and got into his passenger street. "My place or yours?" He asked as he sat down in the drivers seat.

"Mine. Yours is too close to Paul's." James nodded in agreement and drove to my place. "Park over here."

"Okay." He replied, parking his car.

I reached over and grabbed his knee leaning over and kissing him again. James kissed back and then we headed inside....
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I was awoken in the morning by James' alarm. He was throwing his suit clothes back on. "Abby, I have to go to practice. After, I'll come grab you and we can get your car?"

I nodded "okay."

James gave me a look "um...ill be back in an hour or two." He said heading out

My mind raced back to the previous night. James kissing me at the arena, us going to my place, the sex that followed in my kitchen and then my bedroom. What had I done this time? I don't know what had come over me, but when Neal's lips touched mine, I wanted more from him.

I sighed and got out of bed, walking past my clothes which were in a pile on the floor. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I stood in the shower wondering what to do next. Was this just a hook up? Neal was infamous for those. One night stands with drunk college girls or bar regulars...was I just one of those? Or did he want more? Did I want more?

Another thought that raced through my mind was; what if someone found out? If anyone found out I had sex with a player, I would be in huge trouble. Also, what if Paul found out?

I had really fucked up this time...

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